FEELINGS' OF FALL
There's a change of seasons,' It's In the air,
The night turns to a crisp Autumn cold.
The shadows appear early as the days' become less,
A chill comes to settle here In the West.
The leaves change of color before they float gently to the ground,
Not a sound do they make as they touch where they're bound.
From dawn until dusk, swiftly travels' the sun,
The moon shows Its' face sooner as early the days' done.
The fog starts to move along the shore,
Now that It's Fall, Summer no more.
These things that we call, feelings' of Fall.
Keith Garrett
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This morning I walked outside and thought how chilly it was. A couple weeks ago I was in Florida. I asked myself today “What is better? Opening the door to see how hot it is or how cold it is?” I haven’t come up with an answer.
I’ll take the cold, It’s hot enough in the Summer, in CA.
On Fri, Sep 11, 2020 at 7:48 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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How cold does it get where you are?
Not very cold, I’m in southern CA. I always hope for a colder Fall and Wintewre.
On Fri, Sep 11, 2020 at 10:51 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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See, that’s the thing…The whole earth should just happily have four perfect temperatured seasons!
Thanks for reading.
On Fri, Sep 11, 2020 at 2:02 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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