This year is swiftly moving on,
Time flies and that's for sure.
I'll miss these days of summer,
when the flowers become fewer.
But Autumn is a special time,
when leaves turn red and gold.
I love those bright, brisk mornings
as the time of year unfolds.
Then soon it will be wintertime,
When snow falls once again.
I think back to those special days,
when I was only ten.
Berries red and juicy,
A feast for birds galore.
Hot chocolate on a winters night,
Who could ask for more.
Enjoy the little things of life,
So precious that's for sure.
Blessed to be a part of it,
A loveliness so pure.
Jayne Louise Davies
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