Dim light
glowing sliver
flows through the quivering leaves
they're hurting inside
on the brink of
winter
"cold is coming,"
they whisper.
but they stay anyways
silver shadows
a fleeting bird
all indeniable warnings go unheeded.
Dim light
glowing sliver
flows through the quivering leaves
they're hurting inside
on the brink of
winter
"cold is coming,"
they whisper.
but they stay anyways
silver shadows
a fleeting bird
all indeniable warnings go unheeded.