Bury Me – A Poem of Autumn
by Victoria Nations
Bury me in drifts
of sweetgum leaves
Red and yellow stars,
fallen and cooling to rust
before they blink out
Brighter from the rain
that washed them against
the black banks
And more fragrant
from being crushed
as I roll over, restless,
beneath them
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Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often and commented:
Remember rolling around in the leaves as a kid?
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Beautiful. I love this season.
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