My spirit feels along with the trees
shaking off the brittle, dead leaves
They blow away in an Autumn breeze
baring ourselves for that winter freeze
Shy, always, to natures dormancy tease
but the cycle will start again, soon, with ease.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC
My spirit feels along with the trees
shaking off the brittle, dead leaves
They blow away in an Autumn breeze
baring ourselves for that winter freeze
Shy, always, to natures dormancy tease
but the cycle will start again, soon, with ease.
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