ONE VERSE AT POET’S ROW

As the leaves drop

at Poet’s row,

I see your eyes sparkle

in the hues of the fall.

The gentle breeze whistles

as the spirit of “The Big Apple”

spreads to every corner

of the city’s lungs.

--

--

--

Writer, Poet, Pedagogue, and Playwright www.erasmuscromwellsmith.com

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Recommended from Medium

crooked path straightener :

The City That Cries

A man standing on the edge

A Poem: Time Is The Music, Life is the Dancer And You Are The Dance

the obscure

Her Attitude Beat Them All

New Publishing Schedule

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Erasmus Cromwell-Smith

Erasmus Cromwell-Smith

Writer, Poet, Pedagogue, and Playwright www.erasmuscromwellsmith.com

More from Medium

Dr.Seuss Week Struggles

Lot Docking

What is even a passion project?

My Love For Music