By Nora Glass
fall is the time when
we all are rotting inside
it’s okay to change
leaves butter yellow
are burning into the ground
an ashy trail of steps
from driveway to street
a tousled parade journeyed
over concrete sea
the tree is making
some cuts and letting things go
this economy…
fall is the time when
we‘re begging don’t let me go
do not yellow me
Nora Glass is a high-strung 17-year-old from Atlanta, Georgia. Passionate about the theatrical, poetic, and linguistic, she can be found reading, writing, and making unnecessarily complicated spreadsheets. Her poetry has appeared in the Weight Journal, Eunoia Review, and Moonflake Press. Her website can be found at noraswriting.weebly.com. Most recently read book: The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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