by Brittany Cagle
Under a
harvest moon,
atmosphere
smolders
red
flames that lick fields of
corn
stalk and golden thread.
Summer
lurks behind in
fragmented
memory,
has
left reminders
in the
bruised apples that litter
rows of
leaf nests. And
silently
they tumble down
the
weathered skin of oak branches,
leaving
a carpet to welcome snow.
Brittany
Cagle is currently a first-year MFA student at University of South
Florida focusing in poetry. She earned her BA in English at Florida
Gulf Coast University with minors in both journalism and creative
writing.
She
is currently
teaching Composition I at USF.
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