red leaves on the damp sidewalk a cold wind gusting in the naked trees tiny birds flock more leaves twirl to the pavement overhead the haunting cry of a hawk grey skies heavy with rain clouds the weak sun the autumn dusk blocks
I hope my friends remain clothed for just a while longer. I liked how you weaved the theme of decay into this poem. You show the beauty of Autumn and then explore a little deeper. The hawk is waiting for his prey at the top of the tree and the grey skies overshadow the sickened sun. Soon he will die and be reborn again in spring. Nicely done
I hope my friends remain clothed for just a while longer. I liked how you weaved the theme of decay into this poem. You show the beauty of Autumn and then explore a little deeper. The hawk is waiting for his prey at the top of the tree and the grey skies overshadow the sickened sun. Soon he will die and be reborn again in spring. Nicely done
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..