Days of Fall

A gentle breeze brings fall

The golden brown leaves to dirt and footsteps

The naked branch still clings to air

Skeletal fingers stretch toward grey abyss

See with ease as they tumble

And feel nothing for the fallen

No sorrow from the waiting crow

Or for the tree that blooms again

A brief poem inspired by my day of photography, I hope you enjoy.

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Author: Daniel Gibbon

This site is dedicated to sharing experiences I have had, the good and the bad. I am an aspiring blogger, graphic designer, photographer and director with some interesting experiences to share. I have generated all content on this page from scratch through drawing, creative writing and photography. Stick around and enjoy the lucidity of life.

6 thoughts on “Days of Fall”

    1. Thank you, this was my first serious poem. I know I do the ‘flat poet’ posts, but nothing beats writing something that really means something to me, and to have someone else say it is beautiful means the world.

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