Leaf Thief
The misty air of autumn
Falls like the blessed leaves
That gather at the bottom
Of trees, or hid in sleeves
By thieves younger or old
In love with nature’s rhyme
Will pick with air of bold
Pockets for ever time
The misty air of autumn
Falls like the blessed leaves
That gather at the bottom
Of trees, or hid in sleeves
By thieves younger or old
In love with nature’s rhyme
Will pick with air of bold
Pockets for ever time