The breeze is crisp;
The trees maroon;
The bugs are dying.
OH MY GOD, YES!
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection: Stars, Rest, Pain.
PoesiaA collection of my poetry, ranging from haiku to epic and every villanelle in between. (Okay, I haven't written any epics yet.) But I do so hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy writing them. I will be adding more whenever I write them. Im...
A Brief Summary of Autumn
The breeze is crisp;
The trees maroon;
The bugs are dying.
OH MY GOD, YES!
