In September, amber apples drop from the branch, crunch in grass soaked with dew and mist, kissed by footprints in a damp embrace. Lace of spiders’ gossamer cobwebs ebbs on an autumnal breeze. Trees smoulder, each leaf an ember in September. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 I have taken a sonnet I wrote last year […]
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