Fall Winds
Fall winds traveling
Across the land are clumsy;
What a mess they make.
Scattering debris
Everywhere they please and they,
Never clean it up.
Such carefree tempests
Could at least be polite and
Bring along a broom.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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