Autumn Bones.

 


Leaves, like scattered crayons

cast aside by childish hands

lie forlorn.

Trees, disrobed. Naked, stand

vulnerable like bones without

the flesh.

Their stark outline stabbing

at the softness of the mist

curving their silent frame.

© sweetwater 2022
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