Glorious In Their Dying Throes
So glorious in their dying throes
The red and orange of autumn leaves
Will, too soon, return to Mother Earth
Scattered down by ever-chilling winds.
The red and orange of autumn leaves
Those that once were green with verdant life
Scattered down by ever-chilling winds
And vibrant carpet the woodland floor.
Those that once were green with verdant life
Will, too soon, return to Mother Earth
And vibrant carpet the woodland floor
so glorious in their dying throes.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2022
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