“To everything there is a season…”
But a leaf flutters down
in June – out of season –
whispering in its fall
something about brevity
I so don’t want to hear.
Couleur — Pixabay
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I'm a wife, mom & grandma, homemaker, avid reader, blogger, and nature lover enjoying country living. I write short stories, poems, and share life experiences, adding a dash of humor whenever I can.
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I’m glad you like it. I really didn’t like to look out the window this afternoon and watch a large polar leaf drifting down. I’m thinking, “Hey, you just got here!” 😉
oooh. I like this, Christine
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I’m glad you like it. I really didn’t like to look out the window this afternoon and watch a large polar leaf drifting down. I’m thinking, “Hey, you just got here!” 😉
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No kidding!
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