Thursday, 5 November 2009

Autumn Ghosts

Through the breezy sauntering
Of Autumn, bronze leaves glide gently to earth,
Like tiny misled ghosts,
To greet their guests.
Solemnly descending,
They skim the wind and float
Gracefully to land on the heads
Of the season’s wanderers,
Or, unknown to them,
In their hoods,
To be discovered later,
With smiles.

By Samantha Lewis, DMU

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