Christopher Withers

On This Autumnal Day - Poem by Christopher Withers

balding trees echo with
the memory of recent rain,
their quiet voice mourns their loss
with twisted black hands
held skywards.

dormant grass, covered
in blanket, spun
from golden tears,
quietly dreams
of warm summer breeze.

grey sky mirrors the hue
of infected urban sprawl,
masking its sharp ugliness
from the pure blue of sky.

a million voices wither and die,
dreams fade to darkness,
on this,
cold autumn day.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 13, 2010

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