December Leaves
The fallen leaves are cornflakes
That fill the lawn’s wide dish.
And night and noon
The wind’s a spoon
That stirs them with a swish,
The sky’s a silver sifter
A sifting white and slow,
That gently shakes
On crisp brown flakes
The sugar known as snow.
— Kaye Starbird
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I am a writer and this is a motivational blog designed to help both writers and aspiring writers to push to the next level. Key themes are peak performance, passion, overcoming writing roadblocks, juicing up
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