Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Moment in September

Quiet silhouettes
creep noiselessly past watching eyes.
Shadows laugh at passer-by’s feet
as wet pavement glistens
under streetlights.
Trees cry at approach of autumn.
Leaves cringe at the impending cold.

By Peter A. Stinson

Copyright 2004 by Peter A. Stinson.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.

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