summer flowers die
i sit on my weathered bench
waiting for next spring
for The Twiglets
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summer flowers die
i sit on my weathered bench
waiting for next spring
for The Twiglets
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tagged: Poetry, The Twiglets, writing prompts |
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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.