Rust
November 21, 2012 § 24 Comments
As winter edges closer
the woods become rust and grey.
Only the sound of one’s own footsteps
mulching leaves
interrupts the silence.
leaf and twig
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
November 21, 2012 § 24 Comments
As winter edges closer
the woods become rust and grey.
Only the sound of one’s own footsteps
mulching leaves
interrupts the silence.
