dark hair brushes necks
collarbones grazed by sharp teeth
the breeze takes a bite
the squirrel scrambles
acorns mean survival and
he's behind schedule
a blue jay spotting!
sunflower seeds in feeders
a feast of summer
trees protect their bones
by releasing their burdens
isn't death pretty?
the air razor-edged
leaves are cut, floating down to
dry out and get crunched
kids press foliage
beneath books, vibrancy dulls
but fall's bright enough
november's ending
the last dregs of color drained
monochrome landscape
the world feels carved out
like our old jack-o-lantern
winter approaches
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bursts
Poetrybursts: the words that come out of my brain when i get inspired. spontaneous and (hopefully) impactful poetry. (some poems contain death, suicide, murder, and mentions of rape. message me if u want a list of trigger warnings for each poem.) p.s. t...
