Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

Summer has passed in the Flint Hills
but few mourn the loss.
As seasons change
hands, the color wheel spins.
Green slithers back into the earth
and sumac turns to flame.
The sun hits at an angle now,
its light harsh and sharp,
slicing open
the skin of autumn.

— Cheryl Unruh


Comments on: "145. To the Stars Through Difficulties: Cheryl Unruh" (2)

  1. Patricia Traxler said:

    Nice work. Especially love that closing image.
    the skin of autumn.

  2. Patricia Traxler said:

    Oops, meant the entire image, but my iPad’s cut and paste malfunctioned.

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