Shake, shake, shake the windy leaves
and watch them topple from the trees.
And feel the Indian Summer sun
and rest now that the harvest's done.
Rest inside the cold to come
and wait till Springtime comes undone.
And in the Summer sunshine sing,
of all the beauty seasons bring.
2 comments:
I absolutely love this, Colleen. I have always loved the four seasons and you captured them perfectly here.
Thanks Dawn :) You're always a good for encouragement on my poetry.
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