Tender leaves capture <br />chill of the morning dew; <br />weeps not for those living, <br />but for the passing of life <br />into winter’s icy slumber. <br /> <br /> <br />http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4571057<br /><br />Kim Schilling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chill-of-the-morning/
