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