Oct 2021
This night stands at the death of summer,
Poised to catch the fall of leaves,
The deadened pulse of green things
Grown disconsolate in the hands of Frost.
Poised to catch the fall of leaves,
The deadened pulse of green things
Grown disconsolate in the hands of Frost.
Happy Halloween 2021
(65/M/Minnesota)
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