It is of death you see
as the leaves drift
on an October's evening.
Crisp colors slowly dying
turning brown. . . dead
once vibrant with mosaic hues.
Just liked the world dying
fires burn, oceans drown.
in the trash of human greed.
Greed for the green icon
bathed in crimson red
of tarnished golden brick roads.
Let not the world die for the lack
of lack luster understanding
there are no sequels to our home.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".
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