Autumn Poem by L MILTON HANKINS
Autumn
Autumn chills clear windowpane
Hearkens dread of a cold wet rain
Rare hot sun hard to explain.
We observe the first morning frost
The cloud-blossom of cold exhaust
Footprints left on grass we crossed.
Covering up the backyard pool
Layers of clothing become the rule
Time kiddos return to school.
Fresh fireplace log crackles and burns
A pot of soup simmers and churns
Seasonal depression returns.
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