Rusty Leaves
October 24, 2013
Overnight, they fell, floating and curling their way through darkness, while I slept and spirits dozed, naked trees bent to the ground, the face of the earth covered its eyes, and the crickets came inside. * * * “Rusty Leaves,” from Dreams of a Wingless Child, by Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press, © 2007 Photo, Mary … More Rusty Leaves