Autumn Cinquain? Poem by Greg Costello

Autumn Cinquain?



Autumn....
Randomly and carelessly,
Scattering Summer's bounty.
'Til every branch is bare,
And even the must stubborn leaves...fall.

Friday, October 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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Greg Costello

Greg Costello

Dublin, Rep. of Ireland
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