Something sanguine
serene, effusive
wanting me to sing, to write
to muse on the beauty
of this moment
the leaves falling,
sometimes in sheets,
the oranges, and crimsons
the yellow wood alive
beneath the azure of autumn
crisp lines of vision
no mist of summer
clear bright colors
exploding in precision
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edited July 12, 2014
The Yellow Wood – v2
November 9, 2011
The Yellow Wood
“The Road Not Taken”,
by Robert Frost
Poet’s Corner
monthly poetry readings
Suncook Senior Center
November 7, 2011
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