There are mountains hidden downstairs
in my grandpa's country house
with craggy granite boulders
no bigger than a mouse.
Little trees of twigs and moss
hug miniature ravines,
where
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Susan Lendroth's poem, "October Freefall," was originally published in Short Edition’s October '19 Rendez-Vous. Susan writes for adults and children, including picture books. She loves history, mystery and finding rhyme in unexpected subjects.
Who can walk today
when leaves leapfrog across the boulevard
and swirl recklessly round each passing car?
My feet dance across the sidewalk,
exploring invisible hopscotch trails
like errant children,
crunching gutter drifts
in explosions of sap-dried
skeletons of summer.
Can't you feel it,
the racing pulse of October?