Comments about Abigail Jowett
The glistening leaves are drowning
In the rapids of impelling wind and turbulance.
Propelled against umbrellas
Ricocheting, collidinglike tattling titans.
The clull perishes,
Approaching like a tidal wave.
Recoiling roof to roof,
Making the puddles splatter,
With the sound of a crackling flame
While viiolently running down windows,
Like sad music i can't bear to hear.