Turning SeasonsA Poem by Michael Lopezthe moments that seem to matter...Watching the morning wake. I sit here, bathing in light. The foilage surrounds me, and wraps me in all shades of green. The hypnotic effect the leaves make, as they sway. Sending me to a place all my own. As the cool autumn air touches my skin. I fantisize about the coming months. But enjoying the moment of time now. © 2008 Michael LopezReviews
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