Thursday, June 25, 2020

Slumber

                                            
                                            






Leaves swirl intermittently at my feet
As I walk by
My autumn soul, damp and quiet

Beyond the harvest now
My branches harden
Cure, in preparation
For the quiet slumber of winter


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