A tale is here,
a portrait too,
and I must draw
them from the page.
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Leaves
PoetryFrom time to time I dabble in poetry. Nothing too long or too complex, just little thoughts and passing impressions. Like autumnal leaves, they drift about my mind. Here are a few that have settled to the ground.
Paper
A tale is here,
a portrait too,
and I must draw
them from the page.
