Today, the wind was blowing in fierce gusts, each time stripping more of the last of the leaves from the trees. It was as if God, preparing for a long winter's sleep, was bending down and blowing out the candles on another year.
Or if you prefer a wee bit of poetry....
Mother Nature did sneeze,
And blow off the leaves.
How sorry I felt for those
Poor naked trees.
1 comment:
Your poetry is profound.
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