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fall is descending

by Jeremy Magee



i love the smoky whisper of the sky this morning,
how the cool tongue of the day slides over my skin
and seduces me into walking to class,
the sing-song conversations of birds my soundtrack.

how beautiful the lack of sun, just a hollow glowing shell
of perfect gray fluff, how gorgeous the trees, growing bald,
shaking bark-covered fists at the sky,
scarfs slowly flowing over shoulders, jackets buttoned tight.

falling in love with the creeping haze and the bursts of color,
i swing my arms backward, closing my eyes, and quietly hum a tune
filled with swooping arpeggios, thick cymbals
and the hint of a fire burning at my ankles, a red leaf over my path.

10/25/2007

Author's Note: I really do love the fall. I'm certain it is my favorite time of year.

Posted on 10/25/2007
Copyright © 2010 Jeremy Magee

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by El McCandless on 10/25/07 at 09:05 PM

"Cool tongue of the day..." I adore that first cool crisp whisperkiss on a not so warm as before summer's day. Like a secret that brushes your ear, "Winter's on its way." I too love the fall. "Hint of a fire burning at my ankles..." What a great line! So glad you are back.

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