Autumn’s musings greet me as a weathered friend
She escorts me through dying sunlight’s gaze
She kisses me and with it draws red blood,
Which on the trees she paints
November 2024
October 2024 | Vol. 132 #2 | Published Monthly
Autumn’s musings greet me as a weathered friend
She escorts me through dying sunlight’s gaze
She kisses me and with it draws red blood,
Which on the trees she paints
Published in Literary