the sieve and the sand

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seasons

by chris flach

poetry

Summer how
i will miss you when
you’re gone. When fall
comes around i have a few
less things to say.

August 13, 2013 David X. Hugo Tagged autumn, fall, michigan, poem, poetry, season, seasons Leave a comment

the first bite of fall

poetry

this morning
i felt the first bite
of fall
as if sneaking in before
sunrise
testing the waters
of the atmosphere

i walked into its
sharp chill
eyes and lungs widened
as if breathing in a secret

by dawn summer returned unaware
of the thieving season waiting in the wings.

August 20, 2008 randyribay Tagged fall, seasons, summer, theft 3 Comments
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