Verse Freed To Cantenate
Lost
in the
soft mist of
a Setember
dawn
Rain
dropped leaves
spotted gold
molder in the
dew
A
final
hurrah in
our rosebed as
the
last
Autumn
colours are
lost in winter
snow
So
slowly
little flakes
become larger
flakes-
all
around
the silence
of an empty
house.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2020
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