Autumn's Last Stand Poem by Emily Myers

Autumn's Last Stand

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The firey leaves
grasp at the branches
hoping they can last-
one more hour, minute
even just one second.
Their dreams, once vivid
and hopeful...
now slip from dull branches
and land crisp and brittle.

Monday, April 16, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: branches
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