Tis' the Season
Fall is just unwrapping,
With all its colors to descend.
While sport is in full bloom,
From beginning to end.
Balls of every kind,
Take flight with their wings.
Whether brief or untethered,
The volume often sings.
Admittedly, I'm a fan,
For all the games played.
Basking in the glow of victories,
Or defeats that won't fade.
The events return my passion,
To younger days that I recall.
Where the season was uplifting,
And I would never fall.
Copyright © Timothy Mattson | Year Posted 2022
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