I foraged the forest deep to write
And slow to loath the pens ink I fight.
The sounds of fall will purge this blight
A leaf blower sharp and smell of crisp air
Not a natural sound, but what do I care
It helps me write of fall’s natural flair.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
I foraged the forest deep to write
And slow to loath the pens ink I fight.
The sounds of fall will purge this blight
A leaf blower sharp and smell of crisp air
Not a natural sound, but what do I care
It helps me write of fall’s natural flair.
