The mortality of autumn.

The mortality of autumn.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Life is
evergreen leaves
blowing in the wind
‘til one day
you realise
you’re autumn.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Time does have a way of sneaking up upon us, doesn't it. Oh...but those green leaves are lovely....
Julie

Posted 3 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

3 Years Ago

Thank you MsJewel, I hope you are well. And appreciate your words and visit.:)

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