Autumn’s here again, lawns are turning brown
Red and golden yellow leaves piled up high
Mist in our breath, in our faces a frown
For cold air is here, winter standing by
From the closet comforter pure goose down
To the flowered shorts our fondest goodbye
Off to bed all covered from foot to crown
Our toes freezing we need no lullaby!
But carols soonest the airwaves will drown
Festive uplifting songs will make us sigh
Fondly recall once in a little town
A Son was born under the clear night sky!
© F Aparici


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Nelson D Reyes
about 1 month

“When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
with a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.”

And a red dot leading across a silver disc full moon!

Joy to the World at last the jingle bells are here!

Like. Thanks Brod. Can’t wait for the Season of Joy.

about 1 month

Me too. We'll be stuck here (with smiles on our faces) this year for sure. We're hoping 2021will be ok to travel again.

Thanks for liking Brod.

about 1 month

@Nelson: You are up early. Or are you still up. LOL

Sim Evora
about 1 month

Beautiful story! I love how’s you sadly say goodbye to summer , welcoming autumn to the day we celebrate Jesus’ birth

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