The season to come
The season to come autumn-poetry-2018 stories
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badwriter24 | Cat Lady
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The season to come

Ochre dreams with shades of rust, Warm indeed are the leaves; That crunch under my feet as I tread In muffled cackles do they grieve

Winds are dry like my eyes barren, They bear no news for a rain to come soon Harsh summers have gone and damp cold is nigh More time now for me to stare at the moon

Voyage short it is to the lands of mist and fog That shall envelop all my thoughts crass, 'Tis the season to come when I shall have, A sip of water to pee a glass.

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