Dusk of Fall in Two Frames: A Poem December 21, 2022Mark BottsCreative & PoetryUnder ash-colored clouds the peaks of hardwoods going bald tremble like a hopeless remnant clinging to old, exhausted scalps.Watching the vault of heav’n the crowns of hardwoods, going bright, tremble like a hopeful remnant ready to be transfigured–Print Mark BottsMark Botts lives with his wife Rebecca and their three kids in West Virginia, where he serves at Bluefield State University as an Instructor of English.Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Related Posts 1564 Coriolanus Before His Troops Jeremiah Nature