Days forgone
Autumn leaves of gold
Creating soft, warm cushions
To shield from the cold
Grey November sky
Temperature is dipping
Time for ducks to fly
Squirrels scamper on
Weeping in the willows shade
Thought of days forgone
Copyright © Leigh Haynes | Year Posted 2024
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