Scuttle-crunch.
Thu-thump thump.
I see a field
All filled with leaves
Yet lacking amber glow.
They blow about
And fold and dash
Across the sidewalk old.
Scuttle-crunch.
Thu-thump thump.
Through the fallen
Autumn shreds
Of trees that line this walk
Children run
And scuffle them
Without a single balk.
Crackle, crackle!
Scuffle-scat!
They run across the limestone.
Crunchy crack!
Beat them back!
Crush them into dust-o!
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Poetry on Nature and the Like
PoetryPoems I've written over the years, largely on nature. Quite a few have been revised because my poetry has definitely improved over the years. A bit of a change of pace from my other writing.
