When Summer Turns Into Autumn
We bless this seasons abundant harvest
As we await pending shortening days
Soon the heavens shall grace
Wet days shall soon show their display
For our pasts will soon be relived
When skeletal arms start shivering
Icy fingers they're sure to become
Hoar frost, light snow, begins lingering
09.18.2015
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
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