by Barbara Miles Jackson
Looking out my window,
Trees cover the lot.
Leaves beginning to turn,
And fall to the ground.
Vacant land surrounds,
Across the street,
And on both sides,
Trees thick and shadowy.
Each day they seem,
Closer and more dense.
Leaves turning beautiful,
Autumn and fall colors.
Night long and tiresome,
Walls covered with roots.
Unable to move,
A quiet stillness takes over.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated October 10, 2015