Sheltering Soldier


How poetic is a provincial leaf?

Such as, a gentle morning’s kiss.

A brisk breeze will toss sheltering soldiers…to the ground.

Many are red, the rest are mostly, brown.

One by one by one they tumble.

A quilted tapestry erupts all around.

Such is the passing of a friend…

New life beginning.

As another season artfully ends.

 

 

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