How can it be
A friend asked me
That you left V.T.
When on every tree
The leaves turned orange?
I told that friend
Summer’s at end
Weather doesn’t bend
Winter it will send
To shacks with no heat
Leaf peeping now
But wait, and pow!
With snow on each bough
You’ll need a big plow
And I don’t like cold
S.C. today
Here I will stay
Come whatever may
Say yay or say nay
Until spring springs again
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I will watch the leaves for you
when the wind takes them
and blows their colors across the grass
I will watch the leaves for you
as they cover the ground
and wait for the blanket of winter
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I am counting on you.
Thanks again for the idea for my poem.
Cindy