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Tuesday, 3 November 2015

DEAD LEAVES





Green, erect, tall and strong
And then came fall;
It withers away
Dead leaves
Dead leaves
Washed down by the harsh unexpected cold

It surrenders, 
Giving up its guise
It shivers at  the call of winter
In hope that it can hide out

Once green, erect, tall and strong
Look at me;
The difference between dawn and a snowstorm.

Picture Credit:Trevor Graeme Wilkin's Grand-daughter, Aly