I Heard
• 12/03/20 at 11:22PM •I heard the death rattle
of leaves in the Fall,
as the sharpness of Frost
was making a house call.
The leaves turning a yellow
and as I do not recall,
to the reddest of reds,
not just one, but all.
I heard the death rattle
of leaves in the Fall,
as the sharpness of Frost
was making a house call.
The leaves turning a yellow
and as I do not recall,
to the reddest of reds,
not just one, but all.