While Buds Drift
night touches wind, gold
buds drifting off from laced hems
in slow procession,
while twirl of frothy breeze cloaks...
my desolate autumn view.
Contest: 4 or 5 LINE POEM
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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