One Poem by Kate Young

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

Ready to Fall

I sense it first,
that old summer breath
musty as compost,
shuffling in on winds
weary of dragging
those bruised leaves
along the mouldy bank
slick with river-spit
and discarded regret

toppling, tumbling
from the fit of spring,
its uniform green
appearing routinely,
buds in place
held tight to chest
preparing for summer
the season of symmetry,
hanging, ready to fall.


Kate Young lives in Kent and is passionate about poetry and literature. After retiring, she has returned to writing and has had success with poems published in magazines internationally and in Great Britain. She is presently editing her work and writing new material, particularly in response to ekphrastic challenges.

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