Asphalt Tears
By Pat G
Morning clouds, too gray, forlorn Shrug away their shattered tears. Grief pooling on the asphalt. Turned and tumbled, twisted leaves, Earthy gold and blood red tears. Grief mounding in the backyard. Passage of sweet summer wind. Lost crystal shades of autumn. Past the memories of green Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 05:57 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 1
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"Morning clouds, too gray, forlorn..."