RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Fallen Leaves - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Shade flowing over a lush green lawn, filled with fallen dead leaves lying upon it, looking up from where they once had been living for a lifetime - a part of a tree's beauty.
Now awaiting a blower and rake to settle them in a pile and be sent to the trash barrel.
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