RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Watching Leaves - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Green leaves being blown from their nesting places,
falling to the ground before their time.
Tucking themselves cryingly into the grass, playing
hide and seek with breezes still looking to blow
them about the universe.
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