Tower wintered oaks,
Skeletal witches three,
Leering at my sobriety:
One clings to a brood of dead leaves
Waiting to pounce.
Over my backyard fence
Tower wintered oaks,
Skeletal witches three,
Leering at my sobriety:
One clings to a brood of dead leaves
Waiting to pounce.
Umbriate Press Poetry