The Color of Money
What of the love when green is gone?
When autumn’s chill brings rainbow hues.
So delicate the weathered stems,that break with just the slightest breeze.
Beware the towering evergreens with mulch about their roots.
fragile autumn leaves
fall upon a waveless pond…
refugees in boats
Copyright © David Mohn | Year Posted 2015
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