Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

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

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Bobby May December 2, 2020 at 8:07 AM G.W. this is perfect my friend!! well done!!!! Gershon Wolf December 2, 2020 at 2:54 PM Hey, hey! Nothing better than a shout-out from Bobby May! Thanks! :) gw

Evelyn Judy Buehler December 1, 2020 at 10:11 PM This is a beautifully imagined poem about the changing seasons, Gershon. I love that pause at the doorway. A Fave for me. :) Gershon Wolf December 2, 2020 at 2:47 PM Thank you so much for the FAVE, Evelyn. Always an honor for me to get one... Pause... Happy Tuesday evening! Bright Lights and Glitter, Gershon