Divine Afflatus
Leaves of Autumn, burnt orange, yellow, red,
gold, strewn on the ground decaying,
caressed by wild breezes,
rusty colors wilting,
crumbling,
dying.
I love the smell,
the veins and patterns,
and gathering many to my heart,
I preserve them and press them in my books.
------------ September 28, 2016 -------------
Verse
Submitted to the contest, Old or New, 10 Lines
sponsor, Rick Parise
Fourth Place
(afflatus means poetic inspiration)
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