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Winters on it's way.
Time to head for the city,
Time to head for the smoke.
Leaves, are tumbling down.
Swept along, by that icy wind.
Summers meadows, long past.
Summers fruits, all picked and gone!
Winters on it's way.
Time to head for the city,
Time to head for the smoke.
Vagabond trail.
Giajl © Jim Love
Nice Seasonal Transition Write
I was feeling that change on the winds this morning, only I am in the "semi" sticks and the city is fine where it is without me. (I live outside Detroit, Michigan). But the Jazz Festival summons! - Thanks for the poem - Just Bein' Stella
Nice Write
Thanks for stopping by Stella
Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!