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Sky-Slipped
All spaces aureate
Between breaths,
Sunning colors
In the cooling,
Gold upon gold,
(Leaves lose their hold)
There is no sound
But falling into flight.
Autumn undoes everything.
*A bit of fall fun!
#poetry #poem #autumn #fall #fallpoem
“Late October Friday, Madbury Road” In a couple of hours the rain, as if giving what it had been holding back—a summer’s worth of water to bust the drought at once, making up for lost, dry time—would shock the gold trees bald, then leave them on the roadside like mummy monks begging a midday drink. But that would be all then. Under the dimming sky, that wasn’t here yet. What was here— charged with twilight—glowing head of street lamps showing the yellow path free and clear.
Autumn poem. To tell the truth, there’s part of one line that’s always bugged me just a bit—yet I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever written in any genre. And a damn good #sonnet. RIP “Poppy Road Review.”
#AutumnPoem #FallPoem #Autumn2025 #Fall2025 #October #NewEngland
Officially autumn, but the leaves have only just begun to change: a splash of red here, a wisp of yellow there. It's as if an uncountable number of dripping paintbrushes are poised over the land, silently waiting to angle down and start their work.
#september #autumnleaves #autumnpoem #fallpoem
