It looks sunny & crisp a steady wind shudders the tiniest branches & the stray leaves that have somehow clung beyond their deaths past the first snows the freezing rains the hard winds of November & still they hunker down like an idea that won’t be shed
THE VIEW
THE VIEW
THE VIEW
It looks sunny & crisp a steady wind shudders the tiniest branches & the stray leaves that have somehow clung beyond their deaths past the first snows the freezing rains the hard winds of November & still they hunker down like an idea that won’t be shed