Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Autumn Comes

Deer bathe serenely in sunlight
Acorns at their hooves.
Autumn comes.

Leaves turn dull brown
flung to the earth
by ruthless winds.

Rains slash skies,
gray, dark, light dimming
like a mother
drowning love.

Autumn comes.

Okay, so maybe not the best poem ever. :-)


  1. It's ok, but doesn't hold a candle to the old Kiwi poem!!

  2. That picture looks like stained glass!


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