A Catch of Breath
Soon the falling will begin
Sunlight will weave in and out of leaves of trees
Changing the once dull and dusty green
Into complex tapestries
Closer to the ground
The grasses are cool and mute
Death will again dance to the tune
Of a seasons changing door
It seems I have heard this melody before.
Copyright © Donn Goodside | Year Posted 2014
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