I love a backroad,
right after a rain
when Autumn is saying
"I'm here, I came"..
Little whispers of wind saying
"I, can turn green into Gold
with beautiful Ambers and Scarlets to hold".
I love A back road, all shinny and wet
saying "summer is leaving"
( but she's still not gone yet).
i admit that she's fading,
she's fading fast
but all seasons change
her beauty won't last.
once trees are naked,
and leaves carpet the ground
Jack frost and the old man
Of Winter parties down....
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