A poem of a changing season from Nicole.
When autumn winds
have stolen
summer’s last kiss
I will find you
again in my dreams;
over and over past
thousands of Thursdays,
until I can meet you
under grey skies
and flaming trees.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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