This is the first poem I ever received from Robert and which caused me to write to him. He has another poem, "THE POET" posted on my site. - poetheart 12/29/01
Crispy chimes of Autumn, spread out
upon Natures floor.
The falling greens of spring and Summer,
now taking on a brown like decor.
Bare bodies stand naked, their bones
clanging in the wind.
Hoping to soon be reclothed, by Winter's
cool new offerings.
© by Robert M. Hensel