Submitted by Neil McKay on September 19, 2013
Fall with all it's glory calls. Lets
Follow letting go of summers small regrets.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on September 19, 2013
Autumn leave colors tell time
Verse tells time with rhyme.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on September 17, 2013
The train blunders through the night
The plaintive whistle disappears
Down the iron tracks until there
Is nothing but darkness
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on September 10, 2013
The spider web glints in
Slant afternoon light
A larger spider now
Than when it first moved in
With flowered plants
Rent free occupancy among
Ceramic pots in the corner
Where the deck overlooks
Bay back yards and islands
As days shorten it is time
Soon an egg case for
Next spring’s residents
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 28, 2013
Your narrative so far,
Does it require a codicil,
A diminutive addition,
An explanation of today’s
Complexities derived from
Yesterday’s certainties gone
Awry, despite assurances,
Carefully articulated hopes,
Spun through the years.
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