Mark R Slaughter


Pirouetting Autumn - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

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The tree blushed - a rude blast of air
Betrayed a shapely bough.
My saddened heart aware
That Nature's clock was chiming,
I froze upon the twelfth
Clanging tone, caught alone,
Staring at a creaking door -
Left ajar for dancing, coloured Autumn,
Pirouetting in her leaves,
While agitated summer creatures
Backed away resignedly,
Sighing in protracted breves.
I turned; gave company;
We stood together, watching
Summer slowly blow away.





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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 5, 2012


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