Golden fall leaves,
Swaying precariously.
A tired sun,
Flexing its waning prowess.
Anxious walkers,
Basking in the vestigial warmth,
Thinking hard,
To un-think winter.
A serene lake.
Pensively pondering,
An impending frozen fate,
Splash!
The pelican swoops in,
To enjoy the final platter.
A pit stop,
On its impeccably-timed
Southern flight.
Defeating the frosty clasp,
That would shackle us mortals,
Who are not
Bird brained.
Anantha is a teen from Calgary, Canada. Anantha does most of his communication via typing or a letterboard. Creative writing gives Anantha great pride and solace; it is also how he shares his autistic experiences with the world. If you like his writing, you can click here to leave Anantha a tip.
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4 Responses
Of course, one needs sustenance on a long migratory journey. So Splash, –– down to catch a fresh fish which isn’t excited at all…
I’m getting ready for the impending winter. It cycles whether I want it to or not!!!
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