Poetry: Gravely Poetic: The Final Harvest

Monday, September 27, 2004

The Final Harvest

Leaving summer, dusting flecks leaves shriveled, green to gold crumbling beneath heavy feet as marchers drum, nostalgia The air chilled with morning moon fingers numb, anticipation breathes white stalks of bark and birch shedding layers, naked of fruit Vines upon cold concrete wares spread... Sign in to see full entry.

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