
-"::: Fall :::"-
The wooden floor is cool to
the touch as i sit here by the porch,
the wind picks up slightly as
it stirs the pile of leaves in the yard;
the distant dog howls,
the stream bubbles near,
so i know that fall is here.
He doesn't know where he is,
but i know; fishing by the stream
for long hours might,
just so that we may have salmon tonight.
Red, brown yellow and gold,
where the leaves lie;
so brillant are they,
looks as though fall is here to stay.
Kiss me now as my heart is lonely,
hark not the breeze i see,
for there are leaves still a-falling,
for autumn is here already.
-::: m. lewis :::-
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