Ressurrection Poem by michael Smajda

Ressurrection



My grave yard of dead leaves
Are interned to Winter's peace,
Exhausted from Autumn hueing,
Hues they no longer could release.

Some of the may rise again
To seed to a tree once more.
While many will remain dormant,
Ever to be forgot four score.

Thursday, October 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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