Autumnal Image [ORIGINAL POEM]

in #writing10 years ago

sunlight flows,

the birch has her hands full

wasting her gold:

each day

turning more and more naked

letting the sky and universe in, without end.

at the horizon

silver white birds ascend.

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a nice sustained comparison, personifying Autumn and portraying her as a spendthrift wasting her gold. No comments yet other than mine? Being a poet is hard at the best of times :)

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