Fall Poem by 00wolf Syring

Fall



The Sugary scent of death still lingers.
Like A sweet final breath before the long freeze.
Natures scurry brought slowly to a stall.
The skeletal remains reaching skyward for the stars.
Some would say The Horae where to blame.
Dancing round and round to balance the hours.
But in there hast laid waste to all the flowers.

Thursday, February 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fall
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