Sometimes I feel like Heidi.
The moon and planets meet me,
chilly autumn air, crickets scream,
leaves are browning autumn seen.
Sliding into a Midwest home run
when leaves will fall against the sun .
CMM ©. 2020
Creative Writings by published poet Christine McNeill-Matteson
Sometimes I feel like Heidi.
The moon and planets meet me,
chilly autumn air, crickets scream,
leaves are browning autumn seen.
Sliding into a Midwest home run
when leaves will fall against the sun .
CMM ©. 2020