Lady Autumn
Near August’s end, she starts to saunter in.
The time has come when I will start to long
for June’s sweet tune I whistled on a whim,
for Autumn croons a melancholy song.
3/1/2020
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem No26 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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