The litter of leaves just dressed the lawn
As the starkness of trees stand alone and forlorn
What can be said of a time that is gone
Nothing at all because we move on
On to the future that lies in the spring
And all of the magic next summer may bring
But for now just the sleeping beneath this mantle of show
That belonged to a time that once we did know
Now lost like the heat that came from the sun
As we wait for winter and all that’s to come
In the ever shortening days
PTT
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