Leaving Only This
Should I hear the crackle of a leaf,
Or a warm wind gently blow—
I will think that it is Autumn
And wish that it is so.
For Autumn is the turning of a page;
In the end, as I recall—
The seasons slip into the sea...
Leaving only this, the Fall.
Copyright © Kenneth R. Merrill | Year Posted 2019
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