Harken
Poetry and Stories
Saturday, October 3, 2026
Leaves
A nip, a chill, leaves trickle down
floating on chilly winds
to the once grassy hills, now rusty brown
The season of warmth, turns to gold and red, as
cheerfully, we wander amidst cold wind's threats
Free image from
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,
Rebekka D
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