On the Brink
Poetry without borders 816 3 “On the Brink” Stanley H. Barkan, USA
from “The Faces of Time – Les visages du temps”
Editor IWA Bogdani, Brussels-Pristina 2025
On the Brink
On the brink of fall,
the leaves decide their deciduous fate.
Autumn comes like a red-haired witch
riding the winds on a thick-strawed broomstick.
The forests stun the eyes, visioning postcard vistas:
layers of gold and orange, reds and purples.
Soon all the trees will shake off their colored complements,
and the black bony fingers will thrust themselves stark
against the whiteness of the brink of winter.
Stanley H. Barkan, USA
