Thankful for Each Turn, #poetry

(C) 2021, Pamela Schloesser Canepa When the leaves fall Is it the dying of a tree? Or is it merely a sign of change And what one day shall be? Ghosts of yesterday Get trampled into the ground They willfully move on For something new to come round… When leaves fall, oh so brittle, Yet … Continue reading "Thankful for Each Turn, #poetry"