I’ve never been one,
For wallowing in the past,
But, the falling leaves …
Tag: falling leaves
Autumn haiku
The fragrance of leaves.
The chill that comes with evening.
Old wounds ache again.
I’ve never been one,
For wallowing in the past,
But, the falling leaves …
The fragrance of leaves.
The chill that comes with evening.
Old wounds ache again.