Monday Morning Poem by arthur furman

Monday Morning

Rating: 2.5


something in the daylight, sends me going off.
mowing grass in Summer light, shoveled snow so very cold.
It feels so good to be here now, the leaves are turning red and gold.
A few more words, they grow along, this poem, very simple, a verse or song.

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Seasonal changes in everything.
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