Tue
Nov
15
November
Today i overheard leaves murmuring, reminiscing, now being bustled and bandied about by chilling winds, each struggling with holding on or letting go.
Their blushes reflected gratitude:
Yellow, how we played, swinging to and fro, mischievously, on delicious days,
Orange, how we were productive, our energy growing our trunk and branches,
Red, how you stole my heart, sun, so blessed be we, without you to have never lived these luscious days.
