Whispers of winter Cold days grow even shorter As the last leaves fall
Whispers of winter Cold days grow even shorter As the last leaves fall
Yellowing leaves fall Glimmering gold in the light My breath turns to ice
A day of shadows Visiting old memories Found in old scrapbooks
As all these colors are spreading across the sky and you are here now •
After the rain falls And I open my window I hear a new song
Beautiful pumpkin You have many Partisans This is your season
Suddenly I see Just another metaphor So on and so on
Hysteria! No All that passes away here It’s not important
Orange and red blooms Fall colors transforming view As leaves fall away
Watching leaves falling As the crickets sing their dirge From yellowing trees
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