Fall's Leaves
Weary,
they slip to ground, their once-green skins —
now worn mottled coats — shed
in autumn's own
dust-up.
2017 © Maureen E. Doallas
This is a "reverse cinquain", its lines comprising, in order, 2, 8, 6, 4, and 2 syllables. See the prompt at Tweetspeak Poetry and contribute your own poem.
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