Transitions, II


this year
mid-fall

feels like
mid-spring

in the
Deep South

highs in
eighties

breaking 
records

shorts and
flipflops

still worn
daily

forecast
warning—

cold front’s
coming

that’s no
surprise

time to
find those

gloves and
jackets

toss those
wilting

mums and
pansies

mourn not
loss of 

mid-fall
mildness

winter’s
coming

with her
wealth of

unique
beauties
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Ashley Avatar
January 14, 2024 at 7:37 PM
Dear Janice, an amazing string of footles. Congratulations for your poem being showcased in Silent One's contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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January 4, 2024 at 7:37 AM
I enjoyed reading this fun Footle write. Glad Silent One did this. Have a fun day writing away........................
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January 3, 2024 at 12:03 PM
A shame these little things did not place in a contest.. This wasn't really a contest, but an opportunity to showcase an Na poem..
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