“Autumn Etude”

(Photo: PoeticMeditations)

(Photo: PoeticMeditations)

By Poetic Meditations

With each passing day, the trees grow thin
As they drop each blazing leaf of red and yellow
In piles of plush, brittle beds around their trunks
As the exposed, bare branches now shivering with cold
Reach upwards with gnarled limbs and twisted fingers
To touch the clear-blue face of cruel Winter’s sky.

About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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