The Season Has Turned
Warm breezes gone
green grass is rust brown
Leaves breathed their last
the season has turned
Clouds sail across sky
a despondent gray
No friendly scenes
no chipmunks at play
Rabbits down holes
birds flown away
You and I head indoors...
Your head on my shoulder
~ pause at the doorway
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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