View From My Window
October
The wind moans through the
trees.
They hunch, shivering,
against the cold wind.
A black widow spider rests
motionless on
the last green leaf
of the year.
trees.
They hunch, shivering,
against the cold wind.
A black widow spider rests
motionless on
the last green leaf
of the year.
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October
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