When Autumn Falls
The gentle transition from Autumn's warmth to winter's embrace.
By Tim CarmichaelPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by kuaileqie RE on Unsplash
Crimson leaves let go,
each flutter carries Autumn
to earth's waiting arms.
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Tim Carmichael
Tim is an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. He writes about rural life, family, and the places he grew up around. His poetry and essays have appeared in Bloodroot and Coal Dust, his latest book.
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Comments (4)
I love how you classified the leaves as something that lets go. The flutter carrying autumn. Oh that's a new draw for the imagination. Love the last line 🤗❤️
Beautifully serene 🍂
Gorgeous! Go Tim! 💪🏾🎉
Great one! 🍂