Thursday, October 31, 2024

Watching Leaves Blow

 

Writing words of poetry

is like watching 

autumn leaves blow

during October's final days.



I try to catch a few

when I'm running

as they fall through the sky.



It's not easy to predict

where they'll fly to,

or where they will land.



Sometimes they hit me

square in the face.

© 2024 Richard Havena






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