Looking out the old window
I felt Autumn leaving..
the chill in the air
said many things.
The scene will be changing.
Summer has gone.
Gone to where seasons go
where ever they go
I really don’t know. Ya know?
spring is there
With Summer
and soon
Autumn will join them.
All poems,lyrics,& photo’s on this site are by Connetta Jean.
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