Poems A Quiet Walk Posted on January 3, 2021 by m. palimpsest Reading time less than 1 minute Photo by Jara After the long rain, The smell of dead leaves linger, filling my nostrils, As I walk the woods alone. Clutching on to memories. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related