Deeply, by Britta Benson

Today is the perfect day for yet another autumnal poem. I love this season. Here goes. Deeply September, still. Summer petered out last night, knocked over paint pots, silenced the birds. My heart waits for that one stubborn leaf up there, on the highest branch in the sky, to fall and cover my bare knuckled […]

Deeply, by Britta Benson

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