“No one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today.” – Guns n’ Roses
A sad song, perhaps, this,
that dapples sidewalks with,
in each stroke of rain,
leaves, yellow devils,
to menace us
among the few fallen
green too early.
Each leaf (or more) tumbles
into their soft scatter
of paper voices
from treetops, down shingles
among the still-spry clover,
and over vermillion bricks
in a late chorus of petrichor
— proof this fresh death
has not yet frozen over.
– Nicholas Michael Ravnikar
ArtRoot Writer-In-Residence 
Good one!
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Thanks, Luan! What did you enjoy about it?
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I agree, image and lyrics are a lovely match.
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Thank you very much, Mary. How long have you been following the Writer-in-Residence blog?
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Nicholas, That was the first time I was aware of it ? Mary ________________________________
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