A Season Gone


A season gone,

Not far, but too long

for one to greive.

Warm feelings freeze

swiftly, no longer able to


A time now lost,

awaiting for cool

breeze to pass by.

Fall colors settle

along meadows, and

trap in rays of light.

A season not yet started

but ready for its end.



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