| Goddess of Autumn Tiny, precious leaf, you floated down to me from the sky On wings of joy, on wings of flame. You gave me hope that I will not die, But merely go to sleep until someone calls my name. Usually you crisp and crackle underneath my feet, But today you were a messenger of hope, a harbinger of joy. Though winter's chill has settled in to greet, I think that December will soon bring this foolish little girl a toy. Karen Mabry Rice, © October 14, 2010 |
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