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About This Poem
An Autumn Ramble
That chill, the dampness, the slight tinge on leaves
First signs creep in, tap us on the shoulder…
A crisp smile to awaken our senses
Informing us the year is older
The woodland floor beckons us with foliage
Begging to be kicked, a brown shower falls
Laughter echoes through the woods, does not age
Early morning mist creeps along and sprawls
Brilliant hues of yellow and gold behold
Majestically reflecting the low sun
Adorning our days and nights with the cold
Telling us summers work will be undone
Time to rejoice, give thanks for the harvest
A season to make us feel truly blessed.
©15/8/2012
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