Paw prints cling to air
Memory touches golden fur
Dry ash coats my mouth

Weeping salt stings sight
Your breath, still, falls on my heart
Autumn you’re a thief.

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Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: write a poem that:

• Is specific to a season
• Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
• Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)

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30 Poems in 30 Days

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