Friday, February 27, 2009

Leaves tumble ahead of the wind, bouncing down the street.
They leap and bound in front of my wheel, glancing along,
The crisp, dry crunch a reminder that Fall is history.
Winter departs reluctantly but surely,
As new growth on the roses and the lily
Sends it on its way.
Barb Smith 2009

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