A Season Ends.

Poem By Roy Storey

I ware my skin
like an old coat.
My hair has gone
i have seen better days.
As the sun plays.
A cross the medow
in dappled hues
of green, gold,
yellow, and brown,
as a season ends.

Comments about A Season Ends.

' i were my skin, like an old coat' Wonderful! i like those lines very much

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