As seasons change
leaves let go of trees
sheds her adornment
slips to the ground
Standing alone, bare
shivers in the brisk air
whispers were heard
winter has arrived
the season has changed
copyright by heather burns
thanks for the lovely comment heather
Yes, change quietly slips through with grace. Lovely, Heather.
............
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thanks for the lovely
thanks for the lovely comment heather
Yes, change quietly slips
Yes, change quietly slips through with grace. Lovely, Heather.
............
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "