Note Quite Autumn
It hasn't bitten yet
Sense lingers still of green and blue
But memories come shivering
My skin still damp though chilling through
Something in the air
Spells of heaviness gently falling
Strange music of despair
Through Nature's voice is calling
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2008
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