
This is the last colours of autumn
brittle to my eyes
Bitter cold will line the graveyard with grey snow
Dirty ground in dark days
The same pair of boots though
walk on grass, leaves, snow
into the far away spring dew

This is the last colours of autumn
brittle to my eyes
Bitter cold will line the graveyard with grey snow
Dirty ground in dark days
The same pair of boots though
walk on grass, leaves, snow
into the far away spring dew
Autumn is always a nice time of year.
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Indeed my favourite season.
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Beautiful poem hon.
xoxo
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Beauty tinged with an air of sadness. Nice work.
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I love autumn, too. Beautiful ode to fall.
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Loving the beautiful imagery this poem conjures! ❤
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I love the continuity expressed in your poem, by the photo and your words…for all seasons, the same boots. Beautiful Cassa.
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