THREE POEMS
The life
so short
only a few buds
Spring
buds, blossoms
then summer fruit.
None came to pick from the tree.
AUTUMN
Fruit bearing season
was over, done,
finished.
There was such a
final fling of colour.
RSD
THREE POEMS
The life
so short
only a few buds
Spring
buds, blossoms
then summer fruit.
None came to pick from the tree.
AUTUMN
Fruit bearing season
was over, done,
finished.
There was such a
final fling of colour.
RSD