The Fall Shedding
Trees shed their leaves in the fall, like old skin.
All living things must shed and renew; leaves, fur, skin; nothing lasts forever.
In Spring, they’ll birth little green ones; then we’ll hear them sing in the breeze.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment