twin maples
on my front lawn
flicker and flame
in morning sunlight.
one by one crimson
leaves shake
and fall from cold
october breezes
which scatter
their tender remains
like so much confetti
littering my lawn.
(mostly) short poems on life and love
twin maples
on my front lawn
flicker and flame
in morning sunlight.
one by one crimson
leaves shake
and fall from cold
october breezes
which scatter
their tender remains
like so much confetti
littering my lawn.
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...