Late Autumns BreezeA Poem by Cherrie Palmerthe beauty of fallThe threat of snow hangs in the air, as summers last blooms continue to share.
Yellows and reds have all faded to brown, and a cold northerly wind is crisp and loud.
Leaves, once spars now look like the sea, tossed and carried by a late Autumns breeze.
The hiss of the fire and crackling wood lend to the atmosphere as a hot toddy is sipped, and I set aside Yeats so with you I may reminisce. © 2018 Cherrie PalmerReviews
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StatsAuthorCherrie PalmerOakland, ARAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..Writing
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