The Garden

It's autumn
The trees in the garden
are naked...
On the ground the leaves have started
 to decompose.
Nothing left there for the birds..
no cherries,
no plums,
no apples,
Only my rosemary is   still green
and i am enjoying  this little spring
in the autumn...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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