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An ancient river, centuries-old shops and restaurants steeped in a 2000-year history and 
culture set the scene. The ambiance seemed divinely contrived to facilitate the purposes of 
our meeting and the very fodder from which the greatest poets are sustained.
Not newcomers to the area, Kay P. and I were assigned to the Army Security Agency Field 
Station in Augsburg, Germany in 1974. We were colleagues in the intelligence community 
with no romantic overtures to our relationship, save an appreciation of poetry and profound 
philosophical discussions. Kay wanted to spend the evening with a poet, so we planned the 
evening to be appropriate for the purpose. 
At the time and place, we quickly found ourselves hopelessly immersed in the philosophical 
foundations of my writings throughout the evening. It was the first time since Vietnam that 
I'd felt worthy as a person. I still recall sipping the red wine and feeling the warmth of the 
large hearth inside the Balkan eatery. I still see the swans gliding by on the Lech flowing by 
our café.

When windowpanes begin to weep with autumn's chilly dew, I'm taken back through seasons passed to one delight held true, A rendezvous that time allowed, a gentle evening spent Amid a time of long discord when days were dreary bent. I feel the stretch upon my lips, the smile returns once more. Again, I smell the Balkan fare prepared on Lech's old shore, The mood is cast in high regard, the wine is tart and dry, As Augsburg ripples in the wake when swans go gliding by. The ancient windows frame our view and day begins to wane As rivulets meander down and streak the dampened panes. The ambiance of ages passed beseeched us not to leave And held us in its warm embrace throughout the ebbing eve. My heart was scarred, without regard and hardened by the war But her esteem unveiled its worth, while nothing had before. She saw the child that once was me, I'd long since cast aside, And bade he climb astride his mount, engage his life and ride. Now, she is but a memory, whose kindness soothed my heart, For we embarked upon our lives on paths ordained to part. Her subtle way escaped my eye till time had made it clear That her esteem had set me free, that night I hold so dear. The poetry that filled my soul remains these many years, Impassioned in my warmest thoughts when autumn first appears, When windowpanes begin to weep, a-glisten with the dew, And I return to seasons passed, to one delight held true.

Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009

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Mellifluous Autumn

Apples ripen pink, hotly blushing,
though the ardent yellow sun grows faint;
blackbirds sucking soft honeyed sweetness.
like babies at breast, show no restraint.

Mellow ripeness splays rich-toned color;
the trees raise scarlet armed applause.
Red-brown and gray, small creatures hurry
stowing provisions for winter's pause.

Copyright, September 1, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Splendor of Autumn in its glorious bloom Bestowing us with nature's gifts precious Fragrant orchards with their ripened looms Tempting aroma of the fruits luscious. To the Autumn born, the season appeals As I inhale lungfuls of the festive air Drum beats reverberate, child's gleeful squeals We celebrate Autumn with unique flair! Auburn hues of the flora flourishing Trekking dry hilly trails with impish pride Vibrant beauty of fauna simply ravishing Toddler enjoying his piggy back ride! Armed with dry sticks tiny hands fiddle To catch the colorful flipping butterflies Beneath pattering feet crispy leaves crinkle The sail-boat clouds drifting through blue-glass skies. On a pond blossoming with lilies and lotuses They empty their left-over dewy wet delights Nature basks in sunlight's golden caresses The whole cosmos soaks in wonderful sounds and sights! 17/08/2012

Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012

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My Little Green Leaf

It was the kind of day I had always dreamed of,
    a source of energy was emitted by the sun,
       the tiny leaves dancing like they were in love,
          green, red, yellow and orange...I had to pick just one.

My arms wide open towards the rustling breeze,
   my smile upright inhaling the heavenly atmosphere,
      clouds so evolved into shapes I'd never seen,
         startled I thought, “I think I'll pick the one right here.”

Not the red one....not even the orange caught my eye,
   and the yellow seemed too rough around the edges,
      but the green leaf looked lonely so I gave it a try,
         For it was buried so deep in my front yard hedges.

It was not part of a foliage but buried under a rock,
   eight sharp points creating it's own special star,
      deepest kelly green seen from any tree on the block,
        so I scooped it up gently and tucked it in my scarf.

Walking home I wondered why I chose a leaf so plain,
  after all, there are plenty of colors during Autumn,
     but I was looking for something that wouldn't complain,
        and something to alleviate my mid-life boredom.

See, I am that green leaf that doesn't need to stand out,
   I'm perfectly content being consistent and clear headed,
     some people may not understand what I'm talking about,
        being such a big part if this world, stay true and connected.

I pray I stay this way and keep walking down nature's path,
   the exact way God had intended before I was born,
      to be honest, sincere and carry on my own happy laugh,
        for I'll always have my little green leaf to keep me warm.

Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: January 14, 2016 

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Autumn Rain

...				Summertime is growing weary.
				Welcome to the autumn rain,
				A new season taking over
				Hydrating the earth again.

				Arid land with celebration
				Greedily absorbs each drip,
				With the dry and dusty flora
				Raising eager mouths to sip.

				Running rivulets of water
				Turning grasses back to green.
				It is showering time for nature
				Every plant a new washed sheen.

				Summer lingering in spasms,
				She must abdicate with grace.
				This is changing of the seasons.
				Fall is slipping into place.

				Autumn dressed in leaves of color
				Gold and scarlet, every tone.
				Pre-apology for winter
				With a splendor all  her own.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

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The Waltz of the Leaves

Elegant Goldie and handsome Leaf Red
Brushed one another, thus happened to meet
mid-air, where Goldie by Red then was led
In one-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three beat.

Gliding and twirling, they waltzed all around,
Up the hill, down the hill, over a stream.
Sliding but never quite touching the ground,
Like Fred with his Ginger, they danced like a dream.

Goldie was glowing with sun’s going down.
Red seemed like crimson against twilight sky.
Rustling his suit while she whirled in her gown,
They glittered while wafting first low and then high.

Nature was humming the Falling Leaves song;
Chill autumn breezes kept urging them on.
Fluttering fluttering all the night long,
With hoot owls hoo-hooing, they danced until dawn.

Suddenly, all became still in day’s light.
The couple was parted, for wind ceased to blow.
There came drifting down something moist and white.
Farewell, pretty leaves.  Now is Dance of the Snow.

Andrea Dietrich

For Francine Roberts' Nature Story Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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It's Time To Paint The Trees

In September fairies dance
sensing Autumn’s on Her way.
And every year they gather
to honor this special day.

They hail the approaching Queen
and yet feel a little blue.
For upon Her arrival
they must bid Summer adieu.

Each has brought a magic brush
to dip into Autumn's ink.
And beautify every leaf
transforming them in a blink.

Realizing Fall has come
Summer slowly slips away.
For it's time to paint the trees 
and the fairies love to play.

The leaves are tinted orange
changing color over night.
And intricate mosaics
are revealed at dawn's first light.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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I Stand Here

I stand here and watch the changing of seasons,
a summer of winters, an autumn of springs,
I stand here in thought, not knowing the reasons,
to the meaning of life, how the caged bird still sings.
I stand here and watch as the years pass me by,
regrets of my past, what my life might have been,
I stand here and muse over one butterfly,
freed from the prison it had put itself in.

I stand here and watch as the dark turns to day,
the first glimpse of sunrise, a shimmer of light,
I stand here and wonder where clouds go to play
would they take me with them when day turns to night?

I stand here on guard while my inner self dreams,
of a world free of hurting, a life blank of stain,
I stand here and listen while my inner self screams,
with fear in his eyes and a soul filled with pain.
I stand here alone, memories by my side,
a flood of emotions, bittersweet in my mind,
I stand here unknown with the tears I have cried,
searching for answers in a world where I'm blind.

Copyright © Curt Mongold | Year Posted 2008

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Autumn Sensations

Colorful symphonies sound
As red and gold bells fall down,
Shook loose by crisp cool air,
Tinkling their way to the ground.

Displayed on the limbs of trees
Are rich orange marmalade leaves,
Visions of autumn’s dessert
Tasting sweetly upon the breeze.

Autumn brews warm concoctions 
With auras of perfection
And richly spiced aromas, 
Which soothe our frayed emotions.

Fall’s festive nature brings out
A spirited dancing shout
And lovely celebrations
With beauty bursting about.

©   08-16-2012
For: Autumn's Beauty Contest

Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012

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Eternity never seems to last
Viewing life through misty windows
October winds wrapping fears
Love dancing with lonely tears

Lost in dreams
Other illusions scream
Voyages all but gone
Eternal voices, lay me to rest

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

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Into Autumn we Walked

We waved goodbye to the summer skies
As we walked below the last canopies of green
Our memories in awe at mother natures blooms
Appreciative as we witnessed her scene

Fading colourful spectrum's shared many a bed
Butterflies and insects buzz out another year
Yesterdays scents captured in our minds
Her beauty simply amazes, even brings a few tears

The winds through the trees whistle mournful tunes
Whilst the weakened leaves start their spiralling fall
We walk as they drift on the Autumn breeze
To watch their demise leaves an eerie enthral

The evening descends absorbing the light of the day
Giant cathedrals of brown change to an ebony black
Invisible sounds resonate amongst shadows of dark
This seasonal change shows no lack

Hand in hand we have walked through this beautiful park
Stopping and staring at the most beautiful of views
We head back home contemplating tomorrows writes
My girl and I sharing natures inspirational muse


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves are falling,
there is sadness in my heart.
Red passions, golden memories
have gathered to depart.

The chilling winds of winter
blow across a barren field,
stripped of all its splendor,
of the beauty once revealed.

Flowers painted yellow,
blossoms pink and white,
just dust between the furrows
in the slowly dimming light.

Free to sail the heavens
no longer bound with slings.
Black bird into emptiness 
I soar on broken wings.

written 11.28.2016

Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016

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You Were Always There

As I headed down that highway, running from my dreams
Wondering why I never stopped to take the chance
Living on the edge keeps you moving constantly
But there comes a time you have to learn to dance.

Life is what you make it, so give it all you got
Go out and have some fun and raise some hell
Tomorrow will become yesterday and not return again
You can't win the race by standing at the well.

Looking back at all the times I've tried and always seemed to fail
Wondering why God ever put me on this earth
Then realizing the challenges always made me stronger
And I've been given a whole lot more than I was worth.

Now in the Autumn of my years, thinking back to days of glory
I stop and say a silent prayer
I've been to the mountains and valleys, oceans and plains
When I needed You, Lord, You were always there.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006

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Songs of the Seasons- A Collaboration with Heidi Sands

 Spring has fragrant blossoms to reap
 And as it awakens from slumber deep
 Spring sings of blooms and life anew
 And butterflies and skies of blue

 Summer sings of sun and sand
 Of ice cream cones and getting tanned
 Of beautiful sunsets that delight
 Of moonlit walks on sultry nights

 It is in these moonlit walks I take
 Crystalline steps with wishes I make
 That started with Spring's new beginning
 My heart just keeps on singing

 Let there be peace, sunrise to sunset
 In a butterfly's flight to things unseen yet
 Let sweet ice cream tasted in every flavor
 Blend into memories at warm beaches to savor

 For autumn's song will soon take hold
 With rustling leaves of red and gold
 Soon the trees will have no melody to share
 For autumn's song will leave them bare

 Until snow spreads like an angel's wings
 Lining tree branches with glistening white
 Softly, my heart continues to sing
 In the silence of snow, falling into the night
My deepest thanks and appreciation to Heidi for sharing
 her poetic voice. Heidi it has been a pleasure working with you.

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

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Blowing in the Wind

 A whispering wind on an autumn day
 Calls to the leaves to come out and play
 Like birds of a feather they release from the trees
 Taking flight in the sky so free

 A cold wind blows on a winter day
 And calls for the snow to come out and play
 They swirl and they twirl and pirouette 
 With a beauty that's hard to forget
 A warm wind blows on a summer day
 And calls for butterflies to come out and play
 They flutter and float and dance in the breeze
 And alight on flowers with nectar to please

 A cool wind blows on a day in spring
 As questions of love on the blooms are pinned
 Forget-me-not wishes, what will they bring?
 'The answer is blowing in the wind'

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

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Memories On Branches

An old board and a rope had made me a swing,
Sitting there when I was around the age of nine,
I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring,
Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined.

Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade,
I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen,
Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade,
I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green.

On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three,
I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile,
Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me,
Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile.

Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one,
Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold,
From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun,
Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold.

March, 7th, 2014

Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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On the Beach

The autumn sky is overcast.
The choppy sea is murky grey.
The flustered waves flop on the sand
where the two brothers are at play.

Their trousers rolled up to the knees
they tease the water with bare toes.
Each foot in turn sinks with a squelch
then up it comes and backward goes.

The boys have fun and run about.
The air is cool but they don’t care.
They do not miss the hidden sun;
Of sighing breeze are unaware.

Oh to be young and free of thoughts
that could lay heavy on the mind
and for a moment turn the clock
to distant years left far behind!

Paul Callus ~ 28th October 2015
Contest: Oil Paintings 1-2-3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Placed 1st

[Inspired by an Eve Roper painting.]

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015

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The Autumn Of Our Lives

Autumn of our Years

The black clouds race like a murder of crows
No space between their wings
What’s in store no one knows
We will have to take what life brings.

Leaves fly past at racing pace
The rain slashes down like stair-rods
Summer's gone it never showed it's face
Autumn knock,  trees bow their heads and nod

Another season over a new one to begin
What will autumn bring when the harvest is in.
From time immemorial to a time whenever
Each season follows the last, the circle will end never.

To take joy from each season, can be hard to do 
As we grow with each one, our circle rolls too
“In the autumn of our years” never let anyone say that to me
I’m spending my circles in the summer now and for all eternity…
© ~GG~ 10/09/2012

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

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Apple Pickin' Time

Pick those crisp, red McIntoshs, 
And warm some caramel for dippin',
Pick those green Granny Smiths,
And heat some cider for sippin'.

It's time for apple pickin',
Down on the rural farm,
And Halloween treat or trickin',
With some rustic country charm.

From the beginning of September,
To the last day of November,
We will be gone apple pickin',
Makin' fun moments to remember.

Pick those crisp, red McIntoshs,
And warm some caramel for dippin',
Pick those green Granny Smiths,
And heat some cider for sippin'.

None of you will be sobbin',
Cause right before your eyes,
There's a game of apple bobbin',
And some homemade apple pies.

Written for Isaiah Zerbst's contest -  
"Apple Pickin' Time"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Seasons Change

To sprout from your creator

To be nurtured and fed

Surrounded by your family

Only love ahead

Growing up

Days pass by

Seasons change

The love survives

As time runs out

You try to hang on

Your family smiles

Tells you to come along

As you fall to the earth

With the wind on your back

No longer afraid

Love always intact

When you return to the earth

There is no more grief

One more season

In the life of a leaf

Copyright © Alexander Klein | Year Posted 2015

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Stripped Naked

As Sol slips below the Earth’s edge
twilight slowly morphs into night.
And as Autumn winds blow Jack Frost 
paints the leaves before dawn's first light.

Wildlife shivering in the wind
contemplate months of heavy snow.
And dusk smears the horizon red
as crimson rivers ebb and flow.

Hoar-frost clouds like paper towels
expunge all of the blue away.
And darkness deadens the heavens
until the stars come out to play.

Summer’s ripe abundant harvest
gives way to empty fields of muck.
And the fall colors disappear
much like the last migrating duck.

Skeletal trees now stripped naked
sway in final preparation.
And flurries of flakes hail Winter
in nervous anticipation.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Old Age

The autumn of life comes upon sinner, saint or sage
          Holding the soul in withering body’s bondage

The birds of beauty, charm and vigor long flown
              What a profound calamity is man’s old age

Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2011

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The Closing of Summer

I see the buzzing of a bumble bee,
    and hear the hummingbird’s sweet tune-
        I know summer is closing for the year,
            as watch the rising of the harvest moon.

I know the days get much shorter,
    and the twilight arises as the sun soon fades-
        But nothing compares to the sights I see,
            of the Autumnal crimson leaflet blades.

Date Written: September 24, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Hot summer moves away
As autumn moods fills air;
The windy chill now plays
Spreading a swift affair.

The harvest was happy
With gifts from this good earth;
We rejoice and party
And await new rebirth.

We celebrate our joy
As the seasons bring change;
Content for warm employ
Our gratitude floods range.

Soon we will bake moon cakes,
Feast with tea and frolic;
Surround good sense to take
Calm feelings most mystic.

Such is our fond feelings
When autumn brings healing;
We rest now most willing
To thoughts most revealing.

Leon Enriquez
27 August 2015

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015

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Gray Skies Crying

Crops are gleaned at summer's end
as day shrinks and night pervades.
And orange trees start shedding
before winter’s cold invades.

Leaves turn scarlet and crimson
tinted by Jack Frost’s first kiss.
And breaths of foggy air morph
into swirls, breezes dismiss. 

Rutting sets the bucks on edge
as rivals clash head to head.
And their pungent odors lure
compliant does to be bred.

The ground crackles treading on
 the newly dead and dying.
And bare skeletal branches
reach up to gray skies crying.

Raindrops morph into snowflakes
formed from frozen puffs of cloud.
And Autumn’s stripped of color
buried under Winter’s shroud.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Nature’s victorious armies of spring and summer
Marching are now, in a stunning glorious retreat, 
Proudly displaying the harvest’s banners of plenty
As their destiny’s undertaking is for now complete! 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   16 SEPTEMBER 2014

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

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Autumn Daunting Goes

Who waves the flaming brand? I really think I know.
Arrayed with fiery arms, He puts on quite a show.
The artist of autumn, in a dazzling display
Of sweet gums, and red maples—takes our breath away.

Summer fades to fall, trees give up their green,
Transformed by master design, red, yellow, serene.
Peacocks fluff their feathers; mocking birds busily sing,
Formidable autumn is a daunting thing.

Chlorophyll gives way to radient carotene hues,
Bright with fall wardrobe, wearing color clues.
Clap your hands O beauty, sing into the wind.
Share boundless blessings, blushed in scarlet blend.
Heaven shouts approval; people show amaze,
At your brilliant garments, displaying coats ablaze.
Leaves parade golden in fall’s nippy breeze.
We are highly joyful—God does things like these!

Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2012

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Ode To Autumn

Autumn is my favorite season,
The green leaves are turning red,
Falling with no rhyme or reason,
They are crisp, gnarled, and dead.

Lightly they fall in the chilly air,
The leaves are brown, orange, and yellow,
Brightly, they tumble without a care,
Indian summer days are beginning to mellow.

Gray clouds form, you rarely see the sun,
Through tree branches, see the cold wind blow,
The leaves come cascading down, one by one,
And, at any minute now, it could start to snow.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Autumn's Chill

Gusting winds whip through the air,
stripping leaves off trees clinging there. 
And sunrays play hide-and-seek
behind darkening clouds, like children they peek.

Dear Lord, I love your crisp Fall days,
enjoying the sun's fast fleeting rays. 
I laugh as gusts of wind push me along.
And I hear the howl in Autumn's song. 

Black branches wait for quilts of white,
to cover them from the cold of night. 
I shiver a little as I hurry home,
knowing in this, God's Day, there hides a poem.


Dedicated to my poetry friend, Viv Wigley


Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015

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Autumn Air

It’s near, it’s here you can feel and smell it too
Autumn has blown in; the air is worn out, not new
The decaying of the leaves fills the autumn breeze
Blowing free and fast it brings in the autumn sneeze…

Flu season has arrived with the decay filled autumn air
It’s not right we didn’t get a summer, it really isn’t fair
All the seasons strike a fear in someway for all of us
Winter snows, the north wind blows and makes you want to cuss…

Spring brings with it hay-fever, another sneezing season
Summer gives us sunburn, but we risk that for a reason
We all need the sun we bathe and wallow and breathe it in
But when the autumn reaches us, it really is a sin...

Dark nights swoop on down, just like a Halloween ghost
Winds batter us all inland and not only on the coast
Rain is ever constant, breeding fresh new bugs for flu
So autumn air is for the flu-jab, it’s now time for that to renew.
© 31/10/2102~GG~

Contest entry for “Up In the Autumn Air”

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012