Saturday, October 3, 2020

AUTUMN - by Lisa K. Putnam

 




AUTUMN

by Lisa K. Putnam


Misty mornings, frosted lawns
The wind is blowing a winter's song.

Changing colors of the leaves,
Slowly falling from the trees.

Soon the trees will all be bare,
Offering no shelter taken there.

So gather up the summers harvest,
For darker days are now upon us!