Below rugged earth by Fairy Hill,
my roots are entangled in bones
relieved of soft flesh

that once glowed red upon cheeks
ripened by an autumn heart
beating slightly out of time.

And now, with every visit,
decades of fallen leaves
are trampled down in rusted hues.

Published by Inking Prose

Writer & Poet

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