By guest poet Nolcha Fox
Autumn wants to fall asleep.
She closes curtains on the sun.
I must hurry down this path
before the darkness haunts me.
This path is strewn with colored leaves
that hide the way I’m going.
The clouds ignore me, they don’t care.
This is the time of dying.
[Read by Catherin J Pascal Dunk. Image from Pexels.]
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Beautifully eerie, Nolcha!
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Thank you, Catherin, and thanks for publishing it!
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Audio added!
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Beautiful.
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Thanks so much, Marion!
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