fall rolls in,
a fog crawling across this town,
sliding its belly over streets,
leaving trails of chilled wind
and fallen curled leaves.
the sun creeps through branches,
setting in the western sky,
as memories of past novembers sift through my veins
and
settle.
open windows
let the air filter in
as the rumbles and whistle of the trains
roll by.
a low hum
in the background peaks to a whisper
in my head:
[[[there's beauty in decay]]]
A contest entry
- Fall Harvest/ Fall Celebrations by Little Blue Bird.
1000 points, ended November 1, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I don't see the decay in the poem.
It's good though. I like the way you describe the cold by saying, "a fog crawling across this town,
sliding its belly over streets,
leaving trails of chilled wind"
Great image there. I also like the way you personify the sun creeping through the branches and the whispering in the background.
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oh goodness! This made my heart beat so fast.
I love it, it brought many memories to mind, good luck in your contest!
"the sun creeps through branches,
setting in the western sky,
as memories of past novembers sift through my veins
and
settle.
open windows
let the air filter in
as the rumbles and whistle of the trains
roll by."
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oh thank you so much! i had been wanting to write a poem about fall for so awhile, i'm glad it turned out okay :-)
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Beautiful
Thank you for entering the contest and good luck.
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