autumn
autumn fills the air
pretty trees are getting bare
here is the last pear
love warm apple pie
add ice cream before I cry
it is a mile high
flowers are all dead
garden needs to go to bed
spring is now ahead
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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