The wind sifts weak the dying leaves
As drawn out sunsets douse the eaves
In light so bright the belly heaves
A gentle sigh of fall.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 5:48 AM UTC
The wind sifts weak the dying leaves
As drawn out sunsets douse the eaves
In light so bright the belly heaves
A gentle sigh of fall.