Autumn Sky

 

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My life is a

Place that is strange

I stop to smell a flower

And wonder what for

I listen to the birds

As they fly over and

I watch the butterflies

As I smile at the

Thought of the autumn

And the beautiful night sky.

© 2014 C.J. Delessio

This is a Golden Shovel Poem. In a golden shovel poem, the last word of each line is a word from another poem. The last word of each line of my poem is a word of  Matsuo Basho's poem A Strange Flower.