I facilitated a spoken word class a couple of weeks ago, and ended up writing a poem, which is unlike me. The prompt was "refrain poem". I don't know why it's such a fall poem when it's spring.
Walking down to the river
Shadow falls
Leaves crunching underfoot
Shadow falls
A star is captured by a tree.
Shadow falls
A couple huddles on a bench
Shadow falls
My thoughts a pleasant melancholy
Shadow falls
I walk into the darkness.
Shadow falls
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