Fall and Rise

Autumn
and leaves
ripen like melons
release Mother’s hand
rustle the wind’s long tresses
Color rivers the forest floor
widens the seams
of a dying kingdom
Winter
buries jewels
like an old love
under lace of frost
wants us to follow
in his slurred skin
and quaking limb
aimless and pure
on the path
to spring
and an infinite bed
of surrender
— t. l. cummings
First published under the name, Terri Lynn Cummings, by Songs of Eretz Poetry Review
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Beautiful imagery that captures the season.
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Thank you for visiting! Glad you enjoyed the imagery.
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Truly beautiful! Well written🎆👐
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thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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