Seasons


I sat and watched the falling leaves
that rustled by in chilling breeze,
wond'ring when the day had left
and left me frozen, cold, bereft.

Scarlet red and pumpkin orange
were falling from the once adorned,
I sat- therein my troubles came;
I should have known:
Seasons always change...

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