after all the leaves have fallen poetry the sunlight hits the ground in skeletal shapes except one tree stubbornly resists its leaves drops of red blood shimmering and quivering at the end of the street staring at you like a slap in the face. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...