Summer warmth has quickly passed
Shadows cover the afternoon
Flora begins to curl in the light
With autumn’s approach, I quietly swoon

As morning dew, with a frosty breath
Blankets each petal with rime
Her sign, of seasons changing
As the moon begins to climb

I watch the days grow darker
Ah, tis when I release my passion
For falling leaves, and autumn’s chill
To which my heart, I fashion

 

August Writing Prompt – Frosted petals – Day 28/31

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