A Girl Named Autumn
Seasons change as do people...
A girl named Autumn….enters quietly into the room….
Yet no one sees her there...
She has a certain presence, still …
and her perfume fills the air...
Yet no one speaks to her…
Her colors are not light, but bright…
reds, yellows and orange, quite a sight…
But even though , she's more than that…
No one approaches, some don't seem to care...
So she quietly leaves ...before the trees are bare...
Copyright © Kj Force | Year Posted 2014
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