Magnetic Poetry Monday

how must it feel
to dying leaves after
falling from above, never
more to rustle, warmed
by soft sunny breezes
who see only the brown
lonely boughs of a tree
they loved, longing for
beautiful green cover…
but for some wild
night of wind, they are
left to wither alone

~kat

magnetic poetry (nature kit)


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