Last Ghosts Of Autumn Poem by David Harris

Last Ghosts Of Autumn

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The threadbare weave of winter
comes after the last leaf of autumn
has only barely touched the ground.
A chill that inherits the air
tells of the new season around.
The last ghosts of autumn
linger as if in a dream
before winter’s blanket
shrouds all to hide the ground.



28 September 2o11

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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