Autumn Winds
Summer succumbs to autumn's breath
And pretty soon no leaves are left
Swept away in the winds of death
Summer succumbs to autumn's breath
Like witches brew upon Macbeth
Leaving summer's flowers bereft
Summer succumbs to autumn's breath
And pretty soon no leaves are left
Contest by: Giorgio Veneto
Contest name: Triolet
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013
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