Leaf Covered Lanes
Walking alone down the leaf covered lanes,
the ground is still damp from Yesterday's rain.
A cathedral of trees tower overhead,
with colors of Fall that haven't yet shed.
Now in this moment when Winter arrives,
the cold wind blows and the chill is alive.
The very first snowflake floats from the sky,
falls on my face like a tear from my eye.
Winter's lace begins to blanket green pines,
every neighbors' yard and rooftop it finds.
The smoke starts to drift from the chimney stacks,
while snow covers any trace of my tracks.
Resting near a warm fire I'll remain,
dreaming of my day on leaf covered lanes.
12/2/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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