Season’s End   4 comments

Memories of three feet tall

And  tattered hand-me-downs

Of dreams beneath the back-door porch
In leaves of gold and brown.

Shades of autumn fill the air

And blanket all around.

Then with the frost and chilly wind

The bed too soon swept and bare,

Redressed in white the season ends

With snow and frigid air.



(Note: Leaves gathered from trees pictured in my earlier posts about autumn)




Posted November 1, 2012 by PapaBear in Other Art, Poetry

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4 responses to “Season’s End

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  1. I can see Bobbie’s spirit through the lines… nicely written

    Peace & Light

  2. Lovely & bittersweet.

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