Among the Fallen Leaves of Rust
Wind sings a dirge where leaves have turned to rust.
In the autumn of his life
my dear friend has left me.
As I release his ashes to the wind,
they scatter like dust among
the fallen leaves of rust.
For the Contest of Rick Parise: "Rust"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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