On a cold breeze, the leaves fly off the trees
Like scattered murderless crows who long to be alone
Who gently drift amidst the autumn mist
And float away from looming oak
To smother the ground in copper and ember
A royal carpet for Queen December
Category: Daily Posts
Reflections
A multi-flaceted mirror meets a single looking glass.
She drives herself crazy trying to analyze each of his reflections.
He thinks he’s seen all of her, but never peered beneath the surface.
