Autumn Chill
It’s twilight.
The sun escorts the moon to the night.
The sun sleeps, the wind howls.
My sweetheart smiles.
Autumn chill,
Sweetheart’s warm feel,
Sultry looks,
Heart be still.
This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.
It’s twilight.
The sun escorts the moon to the night.
The sun sleeps, the wind howls.
My sweetheart smiles.
Autumn chill,
Sweetheart’s warm feel,
Sultry looks,
Heart be still.
This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.