Fall Dusk in Land Park
Hour of shadows
Night creeping through the trees
Season passing
Chill breeze.
No more evening picnics,
Their pale lamp lights
Beneath dark leaves.
I will miss July
When autumn ends
And yards begin to freeze …
Who doesn’t have these thoughts?
Feel another year go by?
A poem by A.D. Winans of San Francisco.
Published on 12.16.04
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Published on 12.02.04
A poem by Dan Wick of Woodland.
Published on 11.25.04
A poem by Thomas Miner of Sacramento.
Published on 11.18.04
A poem by Marc Peacock Brush of Davis.
Published on 11.04.04