I was cleaning computer last night and found this

[Inchworm]

Do all the leaves fall at night from the trees?
I raised my eye up to the cold day sky,
Scant wispy clouds, scattered on the blue breeze.
I, wondering when the leaves chose to die.
Golden browns, oranges and yellows were there
days before. Now, emptiness fills my stare.
Did all this happen while I dreamed and slept?
Secrets strewn on the hidden ground, not kept.
Now the months of the snow, the chilling cold,
sleeping trees empty around me. Branches
unadorned and thin reaching for chances
of death. Aged another year, feeling old.
The absence of your cover is one thing
telling me life begins again in Spring.

I pretty sure I wrote it. lol It must have been last Fall. :dunce:

Thought I'd share since it's Spring and it is the twist in the sonnet.

Wee.

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1. I liked it.

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