Autumn comes russet-
robed. Gold in her hair. The sound
of departing wings.
~~~
Autumn leaves outside my window
.
~~~
curt, sharp-edged light
fells blooms from trees gathering
in an orphaned arc
soughing into pregnant grass
rosy tales of birth and death
~~~
For Dverse Poets Modifiers – Use modifiers in wild and whacky ways 🙂