Poetry – Fallen Leaves
Beneath the frost-stripped forest boughs, the drifted leaves are spread,Vanished all summer’s green delight, all autumn’s glory fled. Yet, gathering strength from that dead host, the tree in some far springShall toward the skies a denser growth, a darker foliage fling. Ah, if some power from us, long dead, should strengthen life to be,We need … More Poetry – Fallen Leaves