Looking in,
To the eyes of the fall
The mellow mature fall
Gives us pause to reflect
On where we have come from
And where we are going.
Spring and summer have passed,
And here in the fall, though full,
We hang on to life by our roots.
Pinks, purples, reds, greens and yellows
Bring sweet memories
As they turn
to a bleak cold white.
If not now, when?
Courtesy dOG wALK aRT and the Free Museums in and Around US
From the Lincoln cemetery MA
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