Thursday, December 03, 2009

A Fall Poem

berries like cherries
but little and small
they fit on a bit
of my fingertip
to be crushed by my shoe when they fall

birds cry as they fly
and swoop on down low
keening with hunger
split air asunder
but ignore the red bounty that flows...

...down from the trees
red berries and leaves
to be crushed by my shoe in the fall

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