A Poem by S. C. Cleveland.
the greying skies of October
slippery and selfish
a whitewash of trees
shadow and strength
and finally the gentle repose of sunset
singularity and sleep
A Poem by S. C. Cleveland.
the greying skies of October
slippery and selfish
a whitewash of trees
shadow and strength
and finally the gentle repose of sunset
singularity and sleep
A Poem by S. C. Cleveland
leaf blown violence
fallen limbs
electrical wires
broken umbrellas
and still the wind comes
shrill and angry
hail and drizzle
thunder and dampness
the cue to a coming winter
the winters that have already come