When Fall Falls


She calls herself poet, crisp apple
keys calling. She’s falling into the
page, leaving pieces of herself to
crunch crunch crunch new paths.

Do the math; you’ll find she’s half
-way to winter, about to hibernate
her way into some wordless cocoon.
Don’t wake her too soon – she is still

……………………waiting on her wings.



Prompted by dVerse Pubtalk. 






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2 Responses to When Fall Falls

  1. Shawna says:

    I love this! Especially the way the title falls into the opening. She calls herself poet-crisp-apple. My heart is swooning. 🙂

  2. Waiting on her wings – made me smile!
    The first stanza is superb!

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