Posted on November 4, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
The ground is the hardest clay Groups of limbs follow its path Huddle in the sun Knees hidden, ankles astray Plot on how to tiptoe along cushions of leaves.
Category: PoetryTags: Art, Blog, Books, Cold, Fall, Hiking, Life, Love, outdoors, outside, People, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Sun, Weather, Winter, Writing
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