41. Ode To Autumn
The endless green of summer
Has turned to golds and reds,
While the leaves are all a flutter,
Making pillows for our heads.
The endless green of summer
Has turned to golds and reds,
While the leaves are all a flutter,
Making pillows for our heads.
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It's Autumn once more,
What a sight to behold,
Streets lined with crimson
And laden with gold,
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Before the ice is in the pools—
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow—
Autumn mornings,
Foggy and wet;
Dewy grass -
With diamonds beset.
September enters- Autumn's hazy days...
Warm golden sun, shadows dance and play.
Seeds are released, Finches feed their way,
Blackberries plump, ripened, have come to stay...
The fiery red and crunchy leaves
come as the summer flees.
The green grass gleams
A misty morning -
Pumpkins in the air, while boots
Crunch on autumn leaves.