The burning leaves fill my nose with memories:
A maple dons her flaming crimson dress.
The slow sway of the dying as they dance down.
Swirling autumn winds gather
into a voluptuous multicolored moon—
ready to be leapt in.
(This is another collaboration with my pals at Charles House. I read some autumn poems and then we wrote the poem above together.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Lovely autumn poem 🍁
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Thank you, Laura. I’ll pass that along the next time I visit.
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Magical.✨
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Wow. Thank you, Melissa!
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Perfect nature piece ❤️
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You’re too kind. Thank you!
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