A Front Porch Memory Poem by Elizabeth Wrobel

A Front Porch Memory



A dancing leaf of gold,
A warm day turning cold.
A beam of moonlight bright and bold,
A front porch memory only autumn can hold.

A Front Porch Memory
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Elizabeth Wrobel

Elizabeth Wrobel

Southern Michigan
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