Oak’s crisp brown leaves cling,
gathering all their might to
hang on until Spring.
skat@2017
My Life In Runes …
little everyday verses
Oak’s crisp brown leaves cling,
gathering all their might to
hang on until Spring.
skat@2017
I like the word cling in this context. It has a desperation and sadness about it.
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True. They’re still hanging on!
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Fall always has that tinge of sadness for me.
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And me.
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