Fallen
The winds have shifted; the sky has turned dark
The leaves have all fallen, their branches now stark
Tidy lawns reveal bare spots, withered grass all around
Dawn's of chirping bereft; geese stream out of town
So too our love, once so warm, invaded by the chill
Of Autumn's grim march, over meadow and hill
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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