Season to season

Sun, 06/23/2013 - 15:54 -- gardien

Autumn blows the twigs off the tree,
Off the tree and into the sea.
Leaves upon the ground,
Resting safe and sound,
Crunching and snapping under my toes.
Wanting to stay but winter blows.
Autumn changes the way I see,
The coming winter’s not misery.

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