Poetry

Fall Foil

Still,
With a semblance of reason,
I glimpse this late season
ritual Autumn bonfire
as bright and cordial as any
previous blaze
that strobed the robes of
bloom and possibility

Yet admittedly,
My eyes now spy
those sly rich reds
in ripe and replete contrast
to the dark, divergent,
and rapidly dying embers


My favorite cover band of 20 and 21

Published by r.Douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.