Seasons Changing
R Ray Hansell
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Sitting here on a breezy Sunday
As the tree's sway in the breeze
Listening to the leaves
As the wind blows through the tree's
Blue skies with large white clouds
Moving silently across the sky
A day like this is priceless
As another season passes by
Soon winter will take a hold
As coldness will fill the air
The end of summer days
There is nothing else to compare
10-28-18/RjH
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