As sure as the days
Crisp and rainy
Nature outlays
Colors of so many
Burnished greens to golds
To violets and browns
Some dull and some bold
They cover the grounds
There’s nary a season
That causes such sighs
As when with their reason
Their shapes fly through skies
By Lisa Tomey, All Rights Reserved
Love this one a lot, Lisa! 💚
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Thank you!!
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