Mark R Slaughter
Autumn - Poem by Mark R Slaughter
Red has come –
It blew in unexpectedly
When I was vulnerable.
And it brought the cold –
Not of still and blue,
But the dying embers type,
As if to say 'Goodnight Summer.'
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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