Bill Galvin

Gold Star - 12,979 Points (1911 / Boston, MA)

Harbinger - Poem by Bill Galvin

Overnight, first leaves turn yellow-golden.

Then, on the first crisp day,
A first leaf whirls silently, gently, to the ground.

Steadily, slowly,
Summer’s warm arms are refolded.


Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 14, 2015

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