Fragment Poem by David McLansky

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Stealthily with whispers sweet,
The Fall crept in
On silent feet,
The valiant leaves
Of verdant green
Fell to the siege
Of icy wind;
I knew it not
As battle waged
In the darkness,
A field of graves;
I slept warm
Beneath the folds,
Not noticing
The trees turned gold.

Sunday, November 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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