Eternal Autumn

Walking home from school on a cold November day in the autumn of my college life

Sputtering, onyx bumps burst

releasing the aroma of carbon from

monotonous--meditating

leaf blowers on the backs of men, working

for a pleasant life, as they

stir orphaned, tangy harvest leaves,

scattering them on the sidewalks, I

swoon through the cerulean

chill of a November day.

Reviews

[Rahul]

It's an interesting write, i loved this piece, you've dropped here some moments of Autumn. Great write.
I love this piece and this's my fav. piece. 100/100

[Kait]

Wow, thank you so much for this wonderful review! I'm glad u enjoyed it!

[Dr. Wood ?]

never heard anyone get poetic over leaf blowers before this is not only interesting it is very good...But dumbo like me has no idea what Cerulean is

[Kait]

Thank you so much. I've been reading a lot of Hart Crane lately so I wanted to romanticize a machine in the graceful way he does. And Cerulean is a beautiful blue color :)

[Kait]

*he did ... :(