My favorite time of year.
Published in
Aug 16, 2023
It must be coming those days of fall,
The colors are shouting, a breeze blends gently, pretending
just tickling so they prepare for their ending.
I’ll gather a few, see whom I can please.
Gifts of flowers always appease.
I’ll get to it later when I get around,
Don’t wait too long, none will be found.