Treasure Island

Juan Olivarez

(september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Leaves And Butterflies


Thousands,
Of leaves.
Blowing by,
On the north wind.
Rolling,
On the streets,
Flitting,
On the grass.
Thousands,
Of colors.
Reds, yellows, browns,
Myriads of each.
Returning,
To the Earth.
Thousands,
Of butterflies,
Blowing by.
On the north wind.
Loafing,
On the streets,
Flitting on the grass.
Thousands,
Of colors.
Blacks, blues, oranges.
Myriads, of each.
Chasing leaves.
As they return,
To the Earth.
Glorious Fall.

9/27/13 Alton Texas
The little town, with a McDonalds.

Submitted: Friday, September 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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