Charlotte Ballard


The Maple Dances - Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Tangled branches of
Shadowy hair
Wrinkle crisp lines
In the September air.

Black robins bobbing,
Dig out
From summer coarsen throats
A solitary song.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, November 3, 2008


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