I forgot to write the yellow leaves
falling from our little tree
(before they were gone)
the frozen tomato plants
now brown and drooping
the cold gray sky through branches
bare and still
We open our windows anyway
to hear the rain and remember
before winter wraps her quiet arms around us
falling from our little tree
(before they were gone)
the frozen tomato plants
now brown and drooping
the cold gray sky through branches
bare and still
We open our windows anyway
to hear the rain and remember
before winter wraps her quiet arms around us