September Morning Poem by Andy Allan

September Morning

Rating: 3.5


On the shredded edge of vision,
rain-curtains pound the sodden earth.
Bough-shadows flail in gloom,
dim-grey is wrung from darkness.
No creature stirs.
Autumn air howls cruel-delight
through murk and spray.
Chaotic currents wrench at lifeless leaves,
swirling, screaming,
revelling in Summer's doom.

Sunday, August 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Originally published in 'The Larcenist' magazine (Vol.1 Issue 3) June 2014.
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