Old Game of Leaves
Crinkling hands, outstretching for last comfort
Rusty speckles, sentience all soaked up
Trunk limbs sapped veins on close up
Scented leaves bow before court
Autumn curtain falls, a seasonal sport
Copyright © Laura Naville | Year Posted 2019
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