Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
7d
The warmth of autumn ripens the quince,
makes the leaves whisper,
and reflects the gentle rays of the sun
on the windows of the building across from mine.
I can see the silhouettes of my neighbors,
and soon will come the days
of drinking hot chocolate
there are still autumn days left before winter arrives.
Mari Chubinidze
Written by
Mari Chubinidze
43
       William A Gibson and Damocles
Please log in to view and add comments on poems