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  • Writer's pictureClarke Wallace

GOING, GOING, GONE!

Gone with the wind! The final days of autumn

with all the glorious color – brought to us

by the oaks and maples – has disappeared.

Leaves that were so colorful have lost

the will to live.

Look what they brought us! The reds, the

yellows, the orange have all faded. Leaves

fluttering to the ground. Lying dormant until

someone might sweep them up.

AUTHOR’S COMMENT: Nothing lasts forever. We’d

be bored if it did. What’s next? Prepping for winter.

Packing away the deck chairs. Sweeping the deck.

Replenishing the bird seed. Daily. Remembering

where we packed away the snow shovels.

Getting used to the days turning dark far too soon.

Something that creeps up without us realizing it.

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