Autumn Leaves

Walking

by

Rhea Johnson

Branches crunch

and twig and mulch

under my feet

that squelch

from the juicy

warmth of midday 

sunlight sizzling

every sound

of gold and browned

leaf.

 

Autumn air

I chanced upon

catnapping

in roun’ shoulder

bend of the hill,

full and ripe with tripe 

of bird and bee,

in the lee of

year.

 

Stubborn leaves

lightly stirring,

gleam startled white

like tiny mirrors

on a disco ball.

Shadows glide

into light and out,

like dark lace

hurled.

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Rhea Johnson is a young poet from Mumbai, India. Her poems are inspired by the quotidian and fleeting passage of life. She is a student of Creative Writing at the California Institute of Arts.