My sun filled mornings gone
Dark grey fingers roll clouds forth
There’s a chill in the air
Sweet summer humidity now dampness
Big fluffy white now slate flat blankets
She comes to drain the green
My trees will bleed out on rainbows
Biting winds will strip them clean
In a slow methodically planned assault
The final warmth will leave this world
By a cold touch the world will fall asleep
Resting to re-emerge in some sunny day
Beautiful and soothing to the senses. Lovely enjoyed the poem.
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Thank you. The first dose of cool nights came through here last week. I can’t wait for the leaves to start changing. This maybe be last really colorful one for me in awhile. I’m moving to mostly evergreens so a lot less color
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K, anyways enjoy the cool nights and the ever changing leaves.
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