Seasons
Leaves are turning orange and brown
Autumn brings a regretful frown
of Summer days, that never came
As fog rolls in across the bay.
Falling leaves form natures quilt
The summer flowers begin to wilt
The garden air is moist and still
Short days soon return for the house on the hill.
Copyright © Wendy Sayers | Year Posted 2023
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