FEELING THE FALL
The sudden change
From heat to chill.
Winter is coming
Against my will.
The leaves are changing
From green to gold.
When they fall to the ground
The trees look cold.
The sun will shine
But its strength seems gone.
Snow will be falling
Before too long.
The season is pretty
I have to confess.
To get out into it
I'll do my best.
When the wind does blow
I'll don a warm sweater.
Will treasure the beauty.
And patiently wait,warmer weather.
© Bonnita Gallant October 1999
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