End Of Harvest Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

End Of Harvest



End of harvest

Low cloud has turned day to a night
Fall's colors are great; they're bright
The darkness cause limits and plight
Birds are gone, to hiding, small-large
Some feeling deep fear, of cold-heart
Colorful Halloween's shouts in calm
Beauties everywhere; free gift of sky

Friday, October 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons
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