Leaves are
falling
Softly off trees
The
temperature’s dropped
To eleven
degrees
You long for
your day
To wiz by in a
flash
Only going to
work
To earn much
needed cash
You dream of
golden beaches
And sparkling
blue sea
The days of the
summer
When you were
happy and free
Winter
approaches
With its dark
nights and rain
You remind
yourself
It’ll be summer
again.
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