Here's what I've scribbled on my Composition Book today: Fall(en) Leaves
They're on the ground now
leaves cold, dry, crumpled, wilted
leaving the trees bare.
Blanketing the ground
leaves scattered everywhere
wayward and fallen.
How sad to see them
cold leaves fallen on the ground
lifeless and trampled.
(c) 2012 by chris a. quilpa
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