No Season So ColorfulA Poem by Shayna Joyce~ Each tree of fire, warm and crisp holds dicey weather to gate the cold and when the chill consumes each wisp every lucent leaf shall roll Not one moment squanders, its time we hold to bathe in our pumpkins and hay reverse the clock when we did as was told and was a monster or princess for a day I wish the snowflakes would delay and hear the leaves on my favorite trees cry For they wont return, no shade as today green as the granny smith apple they’ll dry Oh, the fire will burn out as the weeks go
no smoke, no hurt, just moving on
© 2014 Shayna JoyceAuthor's Note
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