Blue River
Along the banks of the Blue River
the Grime Reaper paints
passing shades of demise —
green becomes yellow
becomes brown,
boughs bend in prayer
as each leaf lets go
swaying slightly
before it sinks
bound for its new role.
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in prayer to who??
should be the other way around..
the braches teach US
how and when to reap..
love that last sway
Love the circular ‘nature’
Hi Tori-
Hi Toni!