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Autumn Poetry Slammin’


Cool, crisp air

tight in my lungs

and goosebumps good.

Black cats and cornfields,

haunted pumpkin patches

            and cemeteries

                        and ghosts

                                    and thick,





I’m wrapped in wool

and still cold,

tired and worn

like the moss-covered trees.


There ain’t no fall leaves,

ain’t got nothin’ but




And I’m tired,

so damn tired—

ready to hibernate

like the bears

and coyotes

and wildcats.


Dandelion seeds litter

the dead fields

like snow already come,

waiting to live

in a maze of dead wood.


The fog drizzles against

the car windshield,

and we’ve all got our

lights on at 5:30,

because it’s Just. That. Dark.


Mama Nature wants to sleep.

God help me, I wanna sleep—

laid out like a cat in the sun.

Categories: Poetry
  1. September 26, 2011 at 9:13 am

    I LOVE THIS. I think this might be one of my favorite poems to date. 😀

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