Autumn Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Autumn



Red has come –
It blew in unexpectedly
When I was vulnerable.
And it brought the cold –

Not of still and blue,
But the dying embers type,
As if to say 'Goodnight Summer.'



Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

Saturday, October 3, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: goodnight,summer
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