low hanging

A Poem a Day in October 2016: #2

the wind is gone

the leaves hang
still

listless

no sun to gleam them
no shine or glisten

but the rain has come
to thunder down
it’s fall a bitter laughter

the sweet caress
of yesterday
barely stirs
beneath
low-hung branches


© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #3: rising above ground

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