Autumn frost of mourning air that’s ever near
roaming roads weaving a way homeward
sudden clouds the cold gray surrounds me
hurried birds madly through trees
winter’s early calling
little footprints sparkle
white snow stars
falling
poetry & things
Autumn frost of mourning air that’s ever near
roaming roads weaving a way homeward
sudden clouds the cold gray surrounds me
hurried birds madly through trees
winter’s early calling
little footprints sparkle
white snow stars
falling