Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#punkins
What are the lies lying behind the shades of your ever deceiving eyes The now famous boil weevil caused all manor of Southern White upheaval The Seven Bark road weaves over Double Oak Mountain collecting heat and evening toads Smoke from the forest fire gives the lisping sunset colors that surely inspire Your August embrace and February kiss present a hot and cold emotional case And the motions made over the days that come leave life lower than grave The summer's green pumpkins lay squash in fields of dream dangling in winter's winds .
0
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
Green Pumpkin