November 16, 2016 by ChronicWriter 7.11.16 Writing journo, poet, poetry, writer, writer's life Leave a comment All the leaves are falling they catch & roll in the frigid wind I feel cold, my bones are shaking as the bluster causes my teeth to rattle it takes my breath away my eyes begin to widen as I fail to stop myself after all, the leaves have fallen. Share Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...