David Scheler

First Fall

First Fall

The mist rises from the warm October river.
Early sun ignites the maple.
Not a single leaf has fallen yet.

Then its first gold flame tumbles.
A second is followed by the next,
one after another, in slow-motion descent––

as the death-rustle

of what began
begins to end.


 

David Scheler is a freelance marketing researcher. Publications in which his poems appear include Avocet, Comstock Review, Main Street Rag, Ranfurly Review (UK), Reed, and a chapbook, Casting For Meteors (Finishing Line Press, 2011). He has translated over 100 of his poems into French.

 

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