From The Archives
I know that I might be a little early but I was looking in my archives for something to bring back to life. This is a poem that I wrote back in September of 2022. Some of you might remember it but for some it might be new. Feel free to write a comment below and share it with your friends.
The Season I Love
The temperature is cooling and the leaves are changing,
what season is it when the ghosts starts hanging?
Campfires are filled with fiery logs, while children
sit roasting their marshmallows and hot dogs.
Spooky stories are shared with family and friends,
bags of candy are bought before the season ends.
Some people love it, while others do not,
the teasing of holidays in stores to go shop.
The season it is, is the season I love,
when the leaves hit the ground after they came from above.
It’s Fall.
PRSN
I endorse this sweet poem. Around now I start looking for that season.