Cassie Lewis
Fall
Redwoods circling
Bare leaves and blame swirl
in the windThe imitative light
My cold hands
hunting for keysImages rustling up
the forest. In my
wake, bracken frostBehind the sun
is a van, town conduit
Fresh purpose
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Cassie Lewis
Fall
Redwoods circling
Bare leaves and blame swirl
in the windThe imitative light
My cold hands
hunting for keysImages rustling up
the forest. In my
wake, bracken frostBehind the sun
is a van, town conduit
Fresh purpose