Slowly,
O so slowly,
The trees begin
To prepare
For slumber,
Their leaves
Turning
To gold,
To red,
To rusty orange,
Hints of color
At first,
Then,
As the weeks pass,
Growing more
And more vibrant,
Until it seems
They explode
With a silent scream
Of denial
Against
The approaching
Winter.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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