Seasonal

Golden gown.

Photograph by Author.

The seasons merge and melt away,
Green leaves turn to gold,
There’s little left for me to say,
That’s previously been told.

I watch the sky encapsulate,
The whims fancies and moods,
And eat the food on my plate,
Midst changing attitudes.

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