I have a job with autumn I have to admit its suppose to be a lovely pretty season,
but to me it is the dying of the summer,
I like to think of it now as a time to wind down and rest,
for my little bit of the planet to rest and wait,
this is a few lines from a poem I wrote about the autumn
I don't want the summer to go
red polish is still on my toe
my arms are still brown
the cat wears a frown,
and my geraniums still give a show....
the birds have gone off to the sun .....
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