Kids have gone back to school,
Raindrops tease the deserted pool,
Tree shadows flicker on the wall
As the wind sings the rhythms of the Fall.
Sharpen your eyes,
Identify ghosts in human disguise.
Watch the musicians play
As leaves start to decay.
Sail on the prolific ocean
While pumpkins go ripen.
Toast your days with flying fantasy,
Prepare for the season’s abundance and intimacy.
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This poem is written for Thursday Poets Rally Week 27…A post about the detailed information will be up in this blog within 24 hours on Wednesday…if you plan to attend, start to prepare your poem now…
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Jingle Nozelar 