I found this poem today as I was thinking about fall and the beautiful pattern of leaves everywhere – I can’t get that line out of my head – Central Park in a pavilion of leaves.
Fall is here.
With thanks to poets.org
Pavilion of Leaves
by Matthew Rohrer
Central Park in a
pavilion of leaves
with extra sauce
for midday
is only a snack
and a photograph
of cold cherries
like a young woman’s
legs softly peeling
after burning
a pennywhistle
in the distance
with the piping children’s
voices which are
distant peace
in a breeze
two white butterflies
trying so hard
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