poetry by j matthew waters

Before the First Frost

Whispers could be heard
Beneath the leaves
The ones fallen seasons ago
When there was no reason
To believe time would ever end

Softly worded thoughts
Seemed to travel close to home
Yet when trying to pinpoint
The source it became clear
It was something universal

Out of disharmony beautiful
Music seemingly appeared
Played by angels pretending
To be popular nestled
Comfortably in the backyard
On a cool autumn evening

march, two thousand eleven
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6 thoughts on “Before the First Frost

  1. Pingback: Suggestion Saturday: October 15, 2016 | On The Other Hand

  2. lovely words my friend!

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