Golden Autumn Streets Poem by Jacob Underwood

Golden Autumn Streets

Tender notes of brown sugar taint my feet
Crumpling beneath me
Flaked memorials now fly down the street
Fallen from the tree
Golden apples rotting to take a seat
Breathe in the spice spree
let her voice speak for you and reap your wheat

Saturday, September 6, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: paganism,autumn
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