Iowa Writes

Cold Fall Night

You walk down the street.

The bone-chilling breeze hits your back.

You shiver as you look at the wispy clouds drifting in the sky.

The trees start to howl with the ghostly breeze as it comes rushing to get you.

You brace yourself for the first charge of the chilling breeze.

You run for cover from the dead leaves that rise with the wind.

Then the dog does his business, and you run inside.

About Iowa Writes

Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

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This poem was selected for the 2008 Poetry in Public project, sponsored by the Iowa City Public Art Program. Now in its sixth year, Poetry in Public displays poems by local writers of all ages in Iowa City buses, downtown kiosks, and select public buildings from April (National Poetry Month) through the fall.  Abram Nothnagle attends Southeast Junior High.

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on December 26, 2008

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