Tale As Old As Time
A tranquil, Autumn stroll
Parched Northern air
The day would soon unfold
The preceding day’s heir
A humble October chill
Tickles nature’s spine
A predictable daily twill
A tale as old as time
An array of colored trees
Umbrella the path beneath
Framing the dance of leaves
As Mother Nature breathes
Home, is soon in focus
As their walk comes to an end
They blow a gentle kiss
In hopes they meet again
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
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