Thoughts of " Autumn " and her " off Spring"
Seasons change as do people...
Her name is Autumn...
She quietly puts her mark the on Season ....
Yet no one sees her there..
She has a certain presence, still ...
and her perfume fills the air..
Yet no one speaks to her...
Her colors are not light, but bright...
reds, yellows and orange, quite a sight...
But even though , she's more than that...
No one approaches, some don't seem to care..
So she quietly leaves ...before all the trees are bare...
