The day’s shivering cold, the grass is bone dry,You’ll hear it crinkle under your feet as you walk by. The crunch, crunch, crunching, tells the deers you’re near,They sniff and sense that you’re close enough to fear. Walking oh so quietly and as slowly as I can,I find a place to hunker down since hidingContinue reading “Crunching Silence”
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Fall Leaves
Colorful leaves crunch under my feet,Creating the sounds of fall’s heartbeat.The air is filled with an aroma of smoke,A drift from chimneys, I smell burning oak. Leaves still fall and cover the ground,Branches almost bare – a new look is found.Shadows fall across the blanketed yard.Strong feelings emerge of an old postcard. Memories evoked –Continue reading “Fall Leaves”
