
The leaves turn brown from green
Last gasp of summer it seems
Leaving it’s presence on the ground
No more to be
Til the harsh winds of winter blow
And bring
A pleasant, delightful renewing spring.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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