Neck biting chill
Leaves newly fallen
Crunching under foot
Filed under Poetry
Ah a lovely autumnal poem…you capture images of this time of year succinctly and perfectly. Now I want a hot toddy or some mulled apple cider…yum
I’m stuck on neck-biting. Where is my M…lol. Great share. Pretty blog.
Captivating! … Poetry has a way with me like no other literary form.
Where the HELL have you been? I’ve been worried sick.
Mail me. We need to go get a beer or four.
HOLY SHIT! I didn’t even see your comment. Yes! Beer is good. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
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