Sunday, October 23, 2016

smoldering fall
they burn leaves

more trees
go blood red
or wild gold

the wind
will come

in one blow
knock 10000
leaves down

kids dive
play in them

dads rake
mow the lawn

burning fall
for some

small gate

winter is a cure

a plot a grave
bright white

like the house

where you
would be


Bass Lake

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