Not Impatient Poem by Edwina Reizer

Not Impatient



The colors of autumn start to fade
and as the leaves begin their fall
the grass is left with no shade.
It does not complain.
It accepts snow and rain
and as the cold seeps
the grass patiently sleeps.
Now the colors change to a dull brittle brown
Still the sun shines down
on this changing of the colors.
And it's we that frown,
not the colors of autumn.

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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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