"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Poem: Autumn Jubilee



Something drew me out of restless sleep
and quickly out-of-doors with cold feet,
and a quilt 'round my shoulders.

Perhaps it was the owls muted call,
perhaps it was the cessation of rain,
or the muffled sounds of a misty morn.

I seemed to catch the faint sounds of
fading fiddle tunes as I gazed around, 
feeling I had just missed the fun,

for the brick walk shone with color,
gold and green, brown, orange and red,
leaves on their backs, arms thrown wide, 
breathing hard and grinning at the sky.





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