Autumn, a Fine Time of Year
Autumn
A fine time of year
Its not the same as the other seasons, remember
Autumn has an exceptional allure and aroma
Autumn is the time when the elements are askew
Neither friend or foe,neither beast or beauty
Winter It's not the season I savor
The unwelcomed anguish
The atrocious winds and the inhumane iciness
and a yearning for daffodils to revel themselves
Springtime when nature will absolve itself of winter.
Arriving with a placid assuage.
Rapidly maturing into summer
The abundant days of summer,with its unkind heat
Days once ardent
Will soon quench us again.
Returning to autumn
A fine time of year.
Copyright © David Grimm | Year Posted 2019
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