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The trees growing more naked,
The weather, colder.
Days can be dreary,
Evenings come quick, dark too soon,
The moon, bright and chill.
Leaves lie underfoot,
porches are bare of flowers,
Summer decor gone.
Soon will come winter,
Then will come Spring, but first comes,
this season of change.
Ndinombethe.
14 comments:
Beautiful Lou. Just like you.
enjoy the changes of nature... nothing to do but.
You said "naked!"
[insert childish giggle]
Great poem - I love the changing of the seasons. My favorite part of the year!
I like fall, a beautiful time of the year. Love seeing all the different colors of the trees and the winter sky is beautiful too.
Recently returned from a 3 week vacation to the northeast at peak foliage. What a treat! Like your poem- lovely.
Yes! Yes I will!
See what happens when I've got more than one window open? My previous comment was intended for Thursday's post.
As far as seasons... I just wish autumn would last about 3 months longer.
It is a welcome change for me. I love this time of year.
I'm thankful for the season changing. It makes us appreciate each stage. Great poem, Lou.
you are absolutely an amazing writer.
wow.
This was beautifully done. Makes me long for Spring already!
Eloquently written dear friend. (Hugs) Indigo
So true. So beautiful.
This part of autumn is when I get this underlying feeling of dread. Perhaps it's the lack of sun, but I'm already looking forward to Spring.
I love this Lou. Very melancholy.
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