New Sights
The fog is creeping through the trees
The woods have lost many leaves
There's a veil of gray from high to low
All is still, no wind to blow
It looks like smoke has covered land
Autumn tries to understand
Why its color has left so soon
And the birds have changed their tune
Until tomorrow, sun returns
To ease ill tension that churns
Change dismal views to memory
And bring new sights with clarity
Heidi Sands
10/26/22
POTD 10/29/22
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2022
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