the autumn world

the autumn world, turning brown
like cascades of wild ivy
living rough, by winter’s door

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slpmartin says:

October 24, 2015 at 8:15 am

Really enjoyed the imagery in the poem.

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moonskittles says:

October 24, 2015 at 12:05 am

I like the imagery of the cascades. The picture is most befitting 🙂

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