The second day is offering a brief breather before round two...
Fall flew through floodgates flung ajar
It flailed the crinkled countryside
And wailed at every bolstered door
That just the day before stood wide
Fall’s entrance drenched earth’s sanguine bars
September’s summer embers doused
No quixotic, poetic stars
In sighs by blue-eyed skies aroused
Fall roared like an enraged tigress
Or like a savage beast set free
It tore at nature’s tousled tress
With tireless ferocity
Fall made its entrance, wet and wild
As if somehow a mild debut
Of sun-kisses on summer’s child
Would have been far too Déjà vu
© Janet Martin
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