Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Flash Fiction: Autumn


Autumn

We hope to maintain life’s vibrant verdant greens
and rich reds, but death prevails. Beaten, we suck 
bitter amber liquid from glass bottles in honor of 
fallen comrades -- road dust on our worn-out boots, 
tanned arms and faces hard as leather, our dried 
corncob pipes cradle russet tobacco.

~~Ginger Hamilton Caudill

1 comment:

Nancy Wissink said...

Short and to the point. Love it