These fallen branches
Give sound to the season
Along with the leaves
That spell out the reason
The air’s bittersweet
As the colors fade, fall
When the cold picks them off
One by one and then all
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
These fallen branches
Give sound to the season
Along with the leaves
That spell out the reason
The air’s bittersweet
As the colors fade, fall
When the cold picks them off
One by one and then all