From Limb to Dew-top

Riling down upon the ground
Of golden trespass leaves
The weighted down of yellow hosts
Flurry in their fall

They reach the bottom of their flight
And land upon the dew
It’s there they’ll rest in gathered wait
Until their time is through.

Books by Marty


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