Leaves Poem by Anne Brooke
Leaves
Rating: ★3.5
The crunch under my boot,
remnants of a faraway summer
golden, brown and crimson
already disappearing
as I kick my way along
in this autumn chill.
Crackle and drag
of blistered sound
while I walk towards winter
is as addictive to my feet
as bubble wrap to my fingers:
deliciously futile thrill.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
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