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Autumn leaves fly
in the wind, blow
across the land, crumble
under foot, and color
soil in shades alive.
Pages flutter,
as books are read,
folio all, tapestry
of words, sprinkle
silently across sight.
People wisp away
from our life, littering
memory with faint
remnants, crumbling heart,
and stalling soul.
© 2009 Lisa G. Beaudoin
A Conversation with Sarah Callender
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Hello, WU Community! Usually, when one of our contributors has a new book
out, we celebrate with a Take Five post here at Writer Unboxed. But Sarah
Calle...
1 day ago
1 comment:
I love this poem! Wow. Especially the last stanza.
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