Fall Poem Fall Springing from the branches, a rainbow dances, weaving and sifting among the grove; Parchments of a summer’s toil- giving me my annual foil as into the piles, I dove. Others are Reading July 4 in a Foreign Land “Tuesday Wakes Up Silent, and There Aren’t Enough Pills to Sleep…” Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: For Jimmy My Meeting with the Asphalt Home is Where the Heart is Raindrops Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * + six = 13