Tuesday, October 18, 2016






The End of October

Bushels of leaves
hang on the trees
with not a wisp of wind
to shake them.
Like paratroopers
on the edge of plunge
they wait
one
two
three
all
fall
down

Bridget Harwell
Posted by Bridget at 8:46 PM

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