Echoes of Fall
The wind softly whispers,
Summers sweet end.
Crisp and clear,
Fall air decends.
A blanket of color,
Covers the way.
Harvest season again,
Shorter are the days.
Life goes so quickly,
It's out of our grasp.
Celebration of time,
A tear for the past.
Sun setting low,
We can no longer pretend.
Distant echoes of fall,
Soon winter will begin.
Copyright © Laura Warthen-Swafford | Year Posted 2008
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