![]() Michigan OctoberA Poem by eglantine
The sun has left my skin,
soaked into oak leaves and now I'm a soft sigh of chai steam, dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, walking to work. My black ballet flats flit through gatherings of red leaves like flakes of dried ink leftover from a love poem. The sun wrings out what light it can spare, gently like my lips murmuring lyrics I only half know. Squirrels tight-rope walk electric lines, trees scatter the wind and I forget I'm attached to my name. © 2012 eglantineFeatured Review
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Added on November 15, 2012Last Updated on November 15, 2012 Author![]() eglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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