Leaves without trees,
and trees without leaves;
the Autumn and the Wind
are such seasonal thieves.
.
Gone are the thick coats of summer,
and barely they stand
or they fall;
leaves without trees,
cling to their memories,
and trees without leaves
wait the call.
Graeme Sandford 
Lovely Grae. Thanks. X
Thank you, Ruth. The leaves and the trees tell me things. G:)
thank you for sharing!
You are very welcome, Olivia – have a lovely day. 🙂