the old brook goes

by like a patriotic river

gushing out

it says

come to me!

behold the orange and yellow!

leaving spring to autumn colors have

unexpectedly sprung

leaving peaceful contentment

here, in this frame, like

a flicker of the imagination.

Copyright 2012 by Golden Star Poetry


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