Crimson Leaves
Walking across a footbridge, strewn with crimson leaves,
I watch as they twirl and pirouette in Autumn's chill wind
leading them in a rhythmic dance that it skillfully weaves
as they plummet, leaving branches naked and chagrinned.
September 27, 2020 ~ Rithimus Divisa 7
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
A verse from 'I Hear Autumn's Call'
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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