Wordsworth Magazine Autumn 2021

[Autumn Through a Window] The october gloom hangs over the air, Low-lying fog hovers over the cracked stone With asphalt flowers peeking through, Still reminiscing spring Autumn clouds dribble down, Poking thumbtack holes in the street pool Stirring dead strands of straw grass with soggy leaves, And dead love with disappointment June showers washed our sorrows away, And kept them locked away in the clouds We frolicked as they loomed above, Itching to fall back down The summer sun scorched us with cloying sunlight, And we smiled in the sweet garden grass Raindrops sat like pearls on the flowers, The sunburnt firs were brass A rainbow climbed the bridge of eternity Where does it go?

The earth stands steeped in forgetful rain, Streets dressed in forgotten memories Reflecting colorless clouds, That seep into the sky The dull dirt is soaked like clay, 16