Autumn From the Cranky Eye
A warm Autumn heartache, purpose of the wind.
Carrying debris,
to their resting place beneath the tree.
Near and far, leaves fall on my lawn,-
from thousands of miles away,
to my driveway.
...I don't remember registering,
...my house to be the dump...
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2010
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