Seasons
Seasons
Written: by Miracle Man
10-17-2019
Fall is here, and I observe days shorten,
long sleeves or jacket I’ll soon be “sporten.”
Soon thereafter I’ll don winter attire,
And huddle up close, to a comfy fire.
But soon to follow beyond winters chill,
Things come alive and it’s all downhill.
Spring’s return, never fails to inspire,
Unless my thawing garden, becomes a
Quagmire!
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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