Poem: October Trees ~ Howie Good
October Trees
~ Howie Good
I see them out my window,
grinning, angelic,
committed to the outrageous thing,
to be alive in spaces
that are designed to kill them.
October Trees
~ Howie Good
I see them out my window,
grinning, angelic,
committed to the outrageous thing,
to be alive in spaces
that are designed to kill them.
