My poems 🙂

  • Autumn Ago

    Softly cries the whispered western wind Like gentle strings plucked in final allegro, Rising up through rustled leaves ascending And cascading in mournful peace as snow Yet to come, but better amber Autumn offers For the air is cool, comforting, nature’s breath As sienna sunlight soaks pumpkin coffers Of gold and seeds, fruits fat, and…

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