Autumn Poem by Andrea Vescovo

Autumn



A compound lays asleep
among the drowsing suburbs.

The winds are rising.


Her swollen hair are pulled
seaward by salty gales.

The leaves are trembling.


Two muffled pairs of wheels
pet the deserted street.

It's still October.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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