November 4, 2015 by Ray Yanek
By: Adelaide Crapsey
Listen. . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
Source: The Poetry Foundation
Category: inspiration, poetry, reading
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