Autumn
I wilt in the twilight of summer
The trees are beginning to tire
My mind fondly wanders
to a warm cozy fire
And when the winter becomes too much
And I can no longer feel my hands
I will cherish those golden memories
of the warm breezes, seas, and sands
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2018
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