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Inhaling Autumn's Breath
Today, I felt the cooling breath of Autumn's morning mist and my cheeks wore a blush of pink as if I had been kissed The season is a time of bejeweled scenery across the lands When Summer sleeps and Autumn lies in Nature's hands Its gentle winds rustle through a grove of sugar maple trees Perhaps it's sharing secrets it heard drifting across the seas Autumn sings a lament as leaves tumble in shades of gold With a palette of paints brushed on canvas, bright and bold Its breath lingers across ripened orchards and wildflower fields Where Summer's harvested crops have given up their yields Fall carries along with it, the pungent aroma of spicey scent cinnamon, cloves, and citrus of mulled wine, still in ferment Autumn's enchantment holds me totally enrapt and spellbound I hear flocks of migratory birds in flight and their anxious sounds Over Fall's foggy moonlit field, comes the cry of a roosting loon Cooing songs to his mate beneath the shine of a harvest moon With every breath I inhale of Fall, I praise my Creator with elation Blue skies or clouds of grey, I marvel at Autumn with admiration Softly, I whispered my name to the wind on this morning's walk and heard it repeated in distant echoes as if Autumn could talk
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