Hot peach cider
For an autumn cough
curled up on the couch
outside, the trees blaze
showing off their autumn shawls
I watch through windows
For an autumn cough
curled up on the couch
outside, the trees blaze
showing off their autumn shawls
I watch through windows
Labels: poetry
posted by Plain Foolish | 10:19 AM
4 Comments:
Mmmmm, what a yummy poem. Thank you!
If you have to get a cold this is the perfect way to deal with it. Very nice.
Lovely! Except for the cold...sorry.
Thank you all. If I had to be sick, I at least got some good leaf-watching and poetry out of it.
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