It’s a Seasonal Thing
Published in
Feb 26, 2020
Dry brown leaves
Blown off their limbs
Lie rotting
On the ground
Green ones
Whisper
In the trees
And do not understand
Dry brown leaves
Blown off their limbs
Lie rotting
On the ground
Green ones
Whisper
In the trees
And do not understand
Essays, poems, and short stories about awareness, understanding, and love