Fall Isn't Done Poem by David Welch
Fall Isn't Done
A carpet of orange dresses the ground,
trees growing bare as leaves flitter down,
nip in the air tells of stark days to come,
but not now at least, the Fall isn't done.
Winter is the most dreaded and dreadful season for me, because of my health concerns. That is why I call the fall, "Harbinger of Maladies "..
The fall! Harbinger of maladies! May I invite you to read my poems on Autumn (1) Autumn Skies (2) Bundles of Joy and (3) Doomsday Prophet
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4/26/2024 5:47:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful tribute to Fall. Nicely wriiten, David.