By Me
As your green disguise fades fast away
And true colors, orange and red appear
You fold your leaves as if to pray
The blue, bright sky has turned to gray
The heavy clouds release their rain
And the chill sends the faint of heart away
Like that nightly ritual
Of bath and prayer and bed
The earth is getting ready
To rest her weary head
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4 comments:
What a great poem! Hope you are doing well.
I love your poem, Bree! I too have been thinking a lot about fall this year and I love the imagery of the trees praying... Beautiful.
I love the poem!
Thanks for sharing it.
Beautiful poem, Bree--just like you.
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