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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