Still In Autumn

Still in Autumn the wild winds blow

hearts ring out through the air, hollow.

glasses blow swiftly from window sills

delicate shards splay like lace frills 

Winter opens her icy maw

whales who sift salt water for krill

She weeds out lives with bony claw

and spreads wide accident and ills 
 

But I am stuck here in Autumn

Teetering just at the brink's edge

face frozen with fear and solemn

too cold and unsure to leave ledge

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Bananafone Bananafone
46-50, F
1 Response Feb 16, 2009

beautiful poem