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What is it I want to write this day? That’s got my mind all in a stoop.

Can’t seem to write poetry lately and that’s no hoot.

I can’t see the butterflies with their rainbow pastel silky wings.

I can’t see the yellow jackets; you know the ones that sting.

My flowers lost their beauty all bowing their heads now

Brown and barren almost dead for their life’s season.

Fall brings forth death to once plush green grass on bare feet.

Now left prickling in the diming heat.

It’s like everything’s closed now for a season of fun.

Time to sit back and watch the changing of watercolors blending

Shades of brown, amber, yellow, reds and yes even green.

They all come dancing from a maple tree in my front yard.

Work has begun now raking up those pesky leaves

But not before the wind catches them up and they come

gracefully dancing down onto the ground.

Now where did that old wooden squirrel feeder get off to?

Just need to get a nail or two. Place it on that there tree.

The ones the squirrels had fun running up and down all summer long.

Seasons they change in this place that I live

But I guess I can live with the crisp fresh air that

Brings forth virgin white sparking snow.

And icicles that hang off the house glowing in the sun.

Think I’ll walk over and pick one.

Ah, I’ll just sit a spell and relax in my gliding chair

In my nice toasty home by the fireplace.

As the deer come out across my lawn looking for green grass

Under that fresh white snow fall.

Now what was I saying? I didn’t know what to write about today.

Can’t seem to write poetry and that’s no hoot!

By Eva Marie Cagley

From: United States

Website: http://authorevamariecagley.com

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