DorothyGrace's Blog
10 years ago - 10/26/2015
Aromatics Elixir
Rusty red
The autumn leaves
Tumble to the ground
And there they sit
Until the wind
Blows them into mounds.
Crisping air
Denotes its time
Blankets to unfold
And so shake free
Flowers sweet,
Dried herbs and marigolds.
Take this chance
To walk the woods
'fore snow lays on the ground
To hide the fragrant
Forest floor,
And deaden its sweet sound.