The Press of the Seasons
The press of the seasons
the passing of time
Winds whistle by
Can winter be nigh
Summertime's monarch
on the wing in June
Betimes eclipsed
by Fall's Harvest Moon
I look up at gray skies
beg for Autumn to stay
When the last leaf on the tree
floats past me today
September 26, 2020
Completely Your Choice (17) Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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