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Seasonal Change

The season is changing the warm days of summer are slipping into fall leaves are beginning to change from green to golden hues the fields once again cleared as harvest comes to an end the days become shorter the nights colder flocks gather in fields preparing for long flight to warmer pastures as fall slowly creeps in.

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Perry Campanella

Date: 9/8/2023 8:44:00 PM

Hello, Phyllis Babcock - I love this imagery your words paint - a true artist at work - I do not miss those seasons in the north - Florida's palm trees stay their same way - unless a coconut hits you on the head - then you would see colors of a different sort - SMILE - Good Luck & stay safe too!

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 9/11/2023 11:55:00 AM

Thank you for your comment Perry. The seasons are pretty but as you age winter becomes not so much of a favourite anymore. love phyl

Arastu Goyal

Date: 9/7/2023 2:33:00 AM

This is a very beautiful poem, Phyl. I loved reading this. This has wonderful imagery. Clever write

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 9/7/2023 12:08:00 PM

Thanks for your comment on my fall poem. I sure hate the thought of winter which is around the corner. love phyl

Jack Horne

Date: 9/4/2023 3:40:00 AM

You've painted a lovely picture here, my friend. So sorry to hear about your fall - hope your arm is much better now. Mum's very chesty but about the same, otherwise.

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 9/7/2023 12:06:00 PM

Thanks Jack. Have a great week. Sent an email. love phyl

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 8/30/2023 10:53:00 AM

It is a pretty time of year. I prefer spring and summer. I enjoyed your poem.

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/30/2023 11:35:00 AM

Thank Richard. I prefer the warmer weather to winter too. Have a great day. love phyl

Silent One

Date: 8/27/2023 3:09:00 AM

Yes, you can slowly start to notice the change, as we move through the seasons and you describe it so well.. fall will be here before we know it... loved reading your poem.

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/30/2023 11:28:00 AM

Yes I do not look forward to the cold winters anymore. Love when you can go outside and not have to wear a jacket. Have a great day. love phyl

Ink Empress

Date: 8/26/2023 4:58:00 AM

You’ve described fleeting time and changing seasons in such a creative manner: i absolutely love the imagery here: impeccable write

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/30/2023 11:29:00 AM

Thanks for your comment on changing weather. Have a great day. love phyl

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/20/2023 10:40:00 AM

- I can't brag about the summer in Norway as you know it has been rainy ... August is the last summer month ... enjoying every glimpse of the sun between the clouds ... a wonderful poem, dear Phyllis :) - hugs

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/25/2023 10:57:00 AM

It was a beautiful summer and lots of sun but cannot say I am ready for the cooler weather to come in. Have a wonderful day. love phyl