Crisp leaves fall like flies-
Rainbows of fireworks
Burst out to light up the sky
Frozen puddles
Suspended in a slice
Of cold time
Frosted grass glistens
Like glass splinters
Shining like stars
Paper white snow drifts
Over cities
Blanketing them
Bike poem
The broken down bike leans like an umbrella against the door.
Delicate woven threads of spiders hang down from it giving it a glistening aura.
The shrivelled up seat waits for that one day to be sat upon again.
A black leather belt surrounds it strapping it like an anaconda to its prey.
The rust covered wheels squeak like mice ready to feast.
The chains are like the resemblance of the wealth of a king.
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