All That’s Lit To Print



Leaves
Leigh Alley

September

By Birdie Jensen

Dry leaves eddie up.
Windows creak, and skin
Grudgingly attends
To the barren wind’s
Irregular breath,
Whispering its taunt:
Summer’s glow is gone.
What was light is blown;
Heaviness, ever
there, is left alone.








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