The Leaves Fall

Crumpled,
searing summer
steals autumn's lovely hues;
all is brown in the hands of the
novice.

 

Wild Hunt

Whispers
among the trees:
racing across the sky,
they come to hunt summer's castoffs;
leaves flee.

 

     

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This poem is Copyright © 2002 by Candace McBride.