I sense autumn coming on The mist has hung low all day Small birds gather on the wing Preparing to make their way The leaves begin to show A trace of brown among the green Bringing back the memories That only you and I have seen I sense autumn coming on The sun sinking red and deep The fires burning in the fields As late summer falls asleep The leaves begin to scatter As the north wind calls their name Folding gently back into The silent earth from which they came
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 04:07:33 +0000
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