*** Random Poetry Anyone? ***

Autumn Wanderings
The trees have leaves of flame.
Yet the cold still seeps under my skin
Chills my blood
And numbs my toes.

I wish the bright sun radiated
Warmth as it pushes light
Piercing through the thinning cannopy
Without apology
Making stinging eyes squint
Through whipping winds.

The back streets are alive
With furry little bodies of
Twirling tails that scamper
Back and forth
Crunching fallen flame-less brown leaves
In an unending search
For food.

Sometimes I wish
I were a squirrel.

But then I see a flattened
Testament to Darwin--
Only the strong will survive
And car tires always win.
( 10/20/2003 11:44:00 AM ) Lisa#

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