Inhaling the dust of autumn
I sit beneath a fading tree
dusting my words onto paper
driven by a single thought
Birds mock my presence
Squirrels attack me from behind
I keep staring into endless white
the cursed paper I must fill
Author notes
This was, in fact, written last autumn
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Comments
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I found a little twinge of humor in this...mainly "Squirrels attack me from behind"
At least it seemed a pleasant autumn day even if you couldn't write. As you undoubtedly know...words come when they want, not when we wish them to.
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"Dusting my words onto paper"—this line is beautiful, and it sounds so soft.... I used to feel this way when outside writing papers for school. I had to fill up that paper, but I was surrounded by so many other things that I would rather have been writing about instead. Very creative!
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I like it
I love autumn!
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