Poetry Corner | Leef

autum is heer
and leevs are brown
once green on tree
now they fal down

 

and so i see
on path i tred
in front of feets
leevs gold and red

 

i like to step
on leef with jump
they make nice sound
i lov the cronch

 

tho i tired
and want of sleep
i run in wind
i cronch the leef

This article first appeared in Issue 14, 2017.
Posted 2:02pm Sunday 9th July 2017 by Ariel Pons.