Marcene Lloyd Poems

In golden umber attire,
soldier leaves, torn from their posts,
respond to the clarion
call of the Autumn tempest.
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Flocks of sparrows swirl
Like Autumn leaves in updraft
Wheeling and twirling.
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Skeletal giants of power,
silently unseen in plain sight.
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I heard a little jiggle,

a rattle at the door,
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Poetry...
and art form.
Thus, soup!
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