ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
The once brilliant crimson and gilded leaves have all fallen,
Only a few persistent “hanger-onners” cling to empty branches,
The ominously, heavy, grey clouds fill with crystals of ice,
And in no time the desolation will be covered,
With a blanket of glistening snow,
A bath of purity will cleanse any remnant,
Of stubbornness from atrophied limbs.