Challenge
Write a poem about Autumn/Fall or a memory from that time. :)
Slick
One day greasy
copper leaves
for the sweeper
to push.
Next day winter
knocks early
all in a rush.
Temperatures
fall but not
quite enough,
so soft snow
covers pavements
with freezing
grey slush.
Footsteps are coming,
trying to be quick.
But the going
is rough
and old shoes
are slick.
Trying hard to
stay on track,
slick shoes find
a pavement crack.
Alas! alack!
double whammy:
pavement tilts:
icy tsunami.
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