Bifarious leaves remaining on trees
The ones on the ground we’re tossing high
Under October, Midwest skies
The air is crisp and smells of fall
Colder months are on their way
The days are shorter than before
What will winter have in store
But for now we enjoy this day
Playing the way kids always do
Not thinking about the tomorrows
Or this time we will soon outgrow
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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