11 April 2012


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.


Prompt=season. Inspired by William Carlos Williams's SPRING AND ALL. Peace...

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