by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 28, 2018 | Look Back Friday, Poetry
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 30, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Fall has come, its presence felt The lane is crowded with leaves that fell Geese fly through coloured hills Their honks ringing against clear, blue skys. While squirrels cache seeds Nuts and whatever they can fill Holes hidden hopefully to remember In the cold winter...