Autumn 2019
the leaves are crisp ,
red and gold.
the air is fresh,
it nips with cold.
Boots and jacket
my formal wear
as I head out
to take the air.
the sun is shining,
sky is blue.
there's not a thing
I have to do.
Autumn days like this
are rare
so I'll enjoy the day
and the fresh air.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2019
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