Quick Affair
Autumn is a quick affair
A short season
Whose love is quickly abandoned
As winter descends
Warm nights cease to linger
Wind becomes brisk
Air becomes crisp
Daylight fades fast
The affair is over
Autumn, once a true love,
Left its leaves to linger
As it faded into winter
Copyright © Aethne Hinchliffe | Year Posted 2015
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