Daimon Ferguson

Rookie (Portland, Oregon)

There's A Chill In The Air: - Poem by Daimon Ferguson

The wind, oh how she'll whisper,
In a gleeful tone, made much crisper,
By the chill in the air,
With secrets to share,
If you but know how to listen,
She'll tell you why the leaves are turning,
And make you wish for warmth,

'Cause there's a chill in the air,
She murmurs a dare,
A promise not to blow you away,
So, go for a ride in the Bosque,
You'll have a good time,
I swear by this rhyme,
Strolling through a forest of autumn leaves...

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013


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