Monday, October 26, 2020

Autumn

 

Leaves of red, gold and orange flames

Lick at the rough brown bark

Chilly air stings my nostrils

Smokey breath trails from my lips

With each word I speak

How wondrous the beauty of autumn.


 

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  1. whitefeatherNovember 21, 2020 at 11:01 AM

    well the son got the concept of politics for sure ... love your info and greetings and tidbits of info...thank you for the happy thanksgiving turkey ...you have a good thanks giving too dear one ,its you yet it it great to see you on Zoom when you can get there ...much love Whitefeather

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