An Ode to Fall
An ode to fall, now gone, I wrote
With glowing words, in cooling winds,
Praising its start but not its end
Leading into winter.
For fall starts fair with colors’ hues
Presenting artist’s works of leaves
Preparing trees for winter snows
To fall upon the grounds.
High mountain peaks and rolling hills
Are all prepared for frosty snows
That winter brings after fall’s gone
Away to memories.
An ode to fall in winter I
Did pen with snowflakes blowing ‘round.
I’d bid it stay a longer while
But, it would not and left.
W.C.Hull © 2014-23-11-884 (E)
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