Autumn verse

Two poems for the season

Autumn powder

A poem

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My streets —

The streets I see —

The ones that neighbor me —

Have trees —

Chestnut trees.

Outdoors

I, wondering, walked,

Gazing at the floor;

Chestnuts galore —

Shining or ground

Like flour.

Indoors again,

I looked within,

Searching,

Straining in hope,

The words might come.

They’d gone.

Ground to powder.

Autumn Rain

A Poem

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The slate grey clouds are weeping.

It began, as I slept, and

Shows no sign of ending — well, not yet.

The raindrops are large and steady.

You can see them wander down the pane.