Published in
Oct 23, 2020
A Poem
Anger In Autumn
Falls like Acorns
Short tempers fall like acorns in autumn
feeding angry people.
Everyone devours their portion
storing plenty for winter.
Snapping when disagreeing opinions bloom
never inviting differences in their home.
What an autumn experience.
Maybe winter will chill the flames.
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