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Autumn Extinguished
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Merle Hazard


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Gone the flaming leaves.
A brittle moon silhouettes
wind-whipped branches.
Skeletons rattle-dance
on the grave of autumn.

© by Merle Hazard.
Used with the author’s permission.

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Merle Hazard lives in Macon, Georgia. Her poems have appeared in a number of secular and inspirational publications. A home health and hospice nurse for many years, she worked as a director of programs as well as at bedsides. Now retired, Merle enjoys reading, walking, playing bridge, and spending time with friends and family--including her two sons and five grandchildren.

 


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Jo:
Wow! And I'm with Kevin--the grave of autumn is felt today.
Posted 12/20/2012 02:35 PM
Wilda Morris:
Wonderful poem, Merle. Such original language!
Posted 12/20/2012 12:55 PM
Davidjroth2002:
Simply sublime! A beautiful, vivid landscaped panorama that is eloquent without engaging maximum verbosity mode (this panegyrization being a splendid example of the mode). Well done, Merle
Posted 12/20/2012 11:10 AM
KevinArnold:
The grave of autumn. . . feels like it today.
Posted 12/20/2012 10:31 AM
Katrina:
Perfectly percussed ;-)
Posted 12/20/2012 08:05 AM
laurasalas:
Wow.
Posted 12/20/2012 05:49 AM
gigi:
Perfect.
Posted 12/20/2012 04:25 AM


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