From The Summers Sun Poem by Andrew Sean H

From The Summers Sun



Once again there in the forest
Tree tops brush against each other
Swaying
Dropping pine-cones and frayed branch tips
Dried from the summers sun
And the chilling wind which has now begun.

Sunday, October 14, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: tree,wind
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