Onward Poem by William B. Deutscher

Onward

By your leave,
waiting out the sun.
Backyard green
soon overrun.

Little things lost
on our way down.
After the fact,
poking around.

Secret path,
fraught with fear.
Run away
through the years.

Wednesday, February 14, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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