Autumn's Quarter
In the 'Loss and Found' was found a treasure trove;
A divine mother lode that no mortal could muster.
Winter was there for those who liked it cold.
Spring spang forward to resurrect the dead.
Summer appeared shinning with wedding bells.
AUTUMN captured all attention, turning every head.
100121PSCtest, Bite Size Poem No 22, Line Gauthier
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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