Monday, November 13

Fall is like this.

fall is like having a thousand thoughts
blowing through my head like
brightly colored leaves
...through a clear periwinkle sky --
crisp and
clean.

but on other days, it seems,
like my thoughts
just sit in
brown piles growing damp and musty waiting to be bagged up and tossed out.


-Sarah Szumanski */ October 16, 2002

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* I wrote this before I was Mrs. Reed

2 comments:

rachael said...

oh, you changed up your look! cooool. :D

i like that poem. great emotive fall poetry.

Sarah Reed said...

Thanks!