Crisp, golden leaves drink
in sunlight and break underfoot
into pieces like ripped
bits of paper dried with ink.
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-Alina
Golden Leaves (poem #305)
Author: Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet
Alina Happy Hansen is a writer, poet, and blogger based in San Francisco. Besides writing nearly 24/7 and reading stacks of books, Alina enjoys watching classic horror films and listening to Stoner Metal. She holds a Bachelors of Arts in English with a Minor in Writing and Rhetoric Studies from The University of Utah.
The Night Opens (poem #304)
The night opens,
a flower petal falls.
There are only enough
birds to fill the sky.
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-Alina
Daylight (poem #303)
Holding, grasping, pleading
sun shine licks the back
of my neck and rises earlier
to warm the soft ground
holding onto every last
moment, as it is shortened
by seconds, minutes and
hours.
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Fall (poem #302)
Holding crisply and
clinging to limbs waiting
for a shake, waiting for the cold
to seep in. Birds murmur the change
in coming, ruffling feathers and looking
pleased.
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The Nights Twist (poem #301)
The nights twist and turn
under the heartless moon
crisp and the color of cream,
a soul reimagining the world
under the cover of the night sky.
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-Alina