Springs Curtain Call
We marvel as the seasons change each year
When poets rush to spill their colored ink
Though each has much to offer, it's quite clear,
For me, I like to watch the autumn prink
When leaves begin to change, she gently weeps
Soft tears of fall, that stain her leafy frill
She toils to leave her mark before she sleeps
As death draws near her breath takes on a chill
Rust colored needles scatter in the wind
Which leaves the pines a darker shade of green
The trees, half naked, somehow seem to blend
Until their nakedness becomes obscene
Though spring has beauty, I prefer the fall
I like to think spring takes a curtain call.
Daniel Turner
11/10/2023
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2023
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