It’s ‘Homophone Me’ at d’Verse Poets Pub
and ‘Something’s Gotta Give‘ at Poetic Bloomings
Seasonal Segue
The last leaves wave frantically
Before they have to leave
Trying to get my attention
Gusts of wind roll by in waves
Fall is changing the landscape
Giant cinnamon-roll circles of hay
Dot the fields
Sagging scarecrows still play
The role of protector
I heard flocks of birds overhead
Migrating to warmer climes like
Herds of buffalo across the
Prairie of the sky
I watch a hawk as it climbs higher
Sailing on a thermal draft
And before the last leaf falls –
Stores have moved on to
The next holiday
Leaving me to wonder
Why
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