Fall Poem Fall Springing from the branches, a rainbow dances, weaving and sifting among the grove; Parchments of a summer’s toil- giving me my annual foil as into the piles, I dove. Others are Reading Revelation One Person Alone in Bed Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: FLARE on GOD 103 FLARE on GOD 117 Jupiter Flare on God No.4 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 2 × seven =