Not overcooked. Not undercooked. Just all half-baked goodness in every write.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
I Witnessed Leaves of Comfort Fall
I witnessed leaves of comfort fall On top of grasses green and tall In winds they toss, in patterns grand Broad blanket stitched with living hand Are souls who peer through glass unsure? One season dies then leaves restore We see this resurrection play On breezes borne on autumn day My troubles fade though many call I witnessed leaves that comfort all.