Monday, November 2, 2015

Leafing through the book of seasons


Life gone, but colorful, they
Elegantly drift down in
Autumn,
Veritable whispers of
Eventual
Spring.


2 comments:

John S Green said...

Beautiful!

laura grace weldon said...

I've heard their whispering, but now I know of what they whisper. I won't forget it or this lovely poem.