It's time to start wearing my funky Warhol socks
And putting on my old man's green sweater
The cool air makes the morning bearable
As I mourn the death of summer
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Beautifully described, dear LeeAnn. Marvelous poem.5 Stars full
We feel your sentiments. A lovely autumn poem with all its changing moods and colorful accents. A very excellent piece.
Very well done, LeeAnn! I'm glad you explained Leaf Nation in your poet's notes.