Autumn Meditations (3 poems)

1.
The gentle azure grace

Of dusk’s fleeting light 

Behind closed eyes

As thunder drums

Across the heavens

2.
Autumn is a fire

Burning in the colors

Of cinders on wind

3.
Bare branches

Brittle bones

Broken boughs

Blustering and biting

Bitter, the cold blew in

Busying it all away


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