Saturday, November 8

Autumn Woods


Autumn Woods

I like the woods

In Autumn

When the dry leaves hide the ground,

When the trees are bare

And the wind sweeps by

With a lonesome rushing sound.


I can rustle the leaves

In Autumn

And I can make a bed

In the thick dry leaves

That have fallen

From the bare trees

Overhead.


by James S. Tippett

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