autumn street poem...

perhaps both...
a contemplative stroll
through the fall...

the foot

fall

of autumn...

ah you are an
Imagist, my
friend..!  Thank
you..:)

it could be the shoes..:)
i like the word 'crackle', perfect for the season.

Written on a bitterly
cold, dry walk in the
park..:) Thanks, Vee

A real autumn poem, Paul.
Hear the crackle ...
of your shoes :-).

there's nothing as
dry or cracked as
old leather, after
all..:)

Yessss, brittle old leather :-)!

This is what I love about words,
the images...in this case images
of things that might crackle
underfoot, I bet there are loads...
and then making them fit as
well as you can....

and you certainly
can, by the way..:)