Dead Leaves Poem by Phil Soar

Dead Leaves



She walks in barefeet through frozen dead leaves
In a morning so brisk that the floor seems to grieve
And the crunch of her toes at the base of the tree
Resonates in the branches now that it feels free

Monday, December 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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