Fall — A Poem about Frailty

Fall fell sudden

a broken arrow

from an old archer’s

palsied hand

Leaves crisp

brittle as ancient bones

tumble desperate

In the yard

Catch on the lawn

a stick, a puddle

fence post

any thing that holds.


A little outta season, I know, but it is my favorite of seasons.

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