summer flowers die
i sit on my weathered bench
waiting for next spring
for The Twiglets
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poem
Posted on September 10, 2019 by joem18b
« Sun Pillar unease »
There is still some abundance of autumn to enjoy…
I will though, be glad of the first frost that takes out the mosquitoes.
I used to love autumn, but nowadays I seem to live for spring’s return.