Late September Afternoons Poem by DM W

Late September Afternoons



Red leaves are scattered
Like rusted dreams that reside
In the memory
And clog up one's consciousness.
Yet the gold ones come
To light, like gifts from the gods,
In warm, and eerie,
Late September afternoons.

Late September Afternoons
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