Featured Poetry: Autumn

Leaves from the old oak tree

sail through autumn’s air

and settle on the ground.

My body chilled and shivering.

Once green, they now turn brown

and wilt away to nothingness.

The tree, bare and exposed,

accepts its fate in silence.

Worn bones and weathered skin,

I wonder:

will I be able to match such courage and endurance?

(by andelieya)

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