Across the river from the nuthouse
under the gush of grey
sodden sky flirting with the
sun—a fickle breeze tumbles
autumnal leaves through the last gasp
of meadows, golden and rusted
brambles and milkweed
the glimmering of winter berries.
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Prompt=season. Inspired by William Carlos Williams's SPRING AND ALL. Peace...
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