Searching For Autumn
It 's early Novemeber
a cool brisk Autumn day
and i pause at a buliding
thats been left all astray
as i look out the window
it seems hard to see
the splender and beauty
of memories still fresh in me.
the colors have faded
that once shined so bright
Miss. Autumn has left us
(seems she left over night) ..
now colors of dull green
and brown mixed with grey
are saying that Autumn
has gone on her way...
poem by Connetta Jean
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