The man-of-war floats.
in the soft cool air.
His fingers graze
leaf topped trees.
Their life slowly
withers,
leaving,
only brown hard death.
© rlbusséll 2018
a tree in the snow tendrils from the sky
An article by rlbussell
"beauty fadeth not"
The man-of-war floats.
in the soft cool air.
His fingers graze
leaf topped trees.
Their life slowly
withers,
leaving,
only brown hard death.
© rlbusséll 2018
a tree in the snow tendrils from the sky
