Crunch – swish, crunch – swish Walking feet go through the leaves. Feeling out of water, like a fish – A carefree season, but she grieves. Swish – crunch, swish – crunch Pond’ring events that brought us here… Did any among us have a hunch Of national fruits we now bear? Whooooosh, goes the breezeContinue reading “Autumn is 2020”