Dr-Cardboard-Cutout

Clothing displays a style of individuality, though when removed your mind is the only garment worn.

Oh Mother Maple The time of October brought a chill through the air. The one who stood tall felt her end soon to be near. The maple tree gave a shiver with rising winds. The greens turned to red. The reds turned to orange. The kids turned to brown. The ground pulled them down. The leaves fell from branches like tears from widow’s eyes. The good breeze cradled them onto the earth’s soil. The leaves rest alone, staring up where they once hung. The mother let loose. The grip far from tight. The small untold lie. The cry left to die.