Changing Seasons Poem by Marilyn Lott

Changing Seasons



The leaves are turning yellow
A chill lies in the air
It won’t be very long now
For winter to appear

We think about our gardens
Tear out those worn out plants
Pick the last of our veggies
As they no longer take a stance

We wait now for the holidays
As time continues to move on
A New Year is creeping toward us
No, it won’t be very long!

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Marilyn Lott

Marilyn Lott

Washington state USA
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