Tattered Remnants

Tattered remnants
of desiccated leaves
reluctant to loose their grip
on old familiar trees
afraid to cast their lot
upon the vagrant winds of fall
and gracefully to return
to the Mother, source of all.

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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