by Kristina Woodhill
She: Autumn leaf gnomes!
She: I saved you.
He: Always and forever
Posted on 11/06/2020
Copyright © 2020 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/11/20 at 02:59 AM|
lol There's nothing like the crunch of leaves beneath one's feet. Love the smell too when someone burns them. A fond memory straight from childhood.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/11/20 at 03:00 AM|
Suggested for POTD.