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First Snow
She fell to Earth, coating the land with a soft hush
For one short month, in between, she embraced her long-lost lover, Autumn, until their time together came to an end and he departed from her icy arms.
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Autumn's Evergreen
Autumn is when you left
and the feelings inside of me were storm clouds,
each drop of rain an emotion
Sadness
Relief
Fear
Autumn is my release
Feet pounding on leaf scattered trails
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Autumn is Nostalgia
In the fall,
The geese fly south.
As October wind blows cold, they flap their wings, persistent in their steady V.
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Winter's Demons- a scary story.
Some say that in the winter, when the shadows are long and the bare branches of the trees reach out with long, crooked fingers, that that is when the dead come out.
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What is a Poem?
What is a poem?
Well, a poem is a song.
What song?
A lullaby, and the lyrics are your dreams.
A poem is the river rushing, carrying thoughts and words.
A never ending sky, and the caw of a lonely bird.
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Who Is Autumn?
Autumn is a woman with a top hat and golden eyes atop a horse as dark as night.
Autumn is the auburn hills glowing in the light of the harvest moon.
Autumn is the pumpkins and the squash and the nostalgia.
Loves
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Papa Simmons; 5/3/2024
Hello sweetheart!
My goodness, how time has flown.
You used to be so little, do you remember?
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belly buttons and beating hearts
I clung to my baby blanket that wrapped around my limbs. my limbs, small and swollen, cushioned by my mother's organs. I was warm, I clung to the insulation of two beating hearts.
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The Art of the Unloved Child
i will meet you on the soiled floor with splintered knees and pointless pinkie promises, bearing the gruesome girth of your loveless little lies / forever fighting to quench my thirst, but your roots will always remain sodden / they say
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Writing Dreams
If I could run away, I’d be gone. I’d clamber up the fence onto the roof and take off running. I’d bound up into the air and across the fields of puffy white clouds, bouncy and weightless.
