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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Every season I think is my favorite until autumn comes painting the trees oh Autumn you are such delight carpeting forests with colored leaves Oh clouds who the sun do hide the wind move's your cotton puffs these such times our cherished days where the weather's goes turning rough Fading are the days whose warmth will emerge to the rising chills and trees undress their lofty boughs standing naked upon barren hills the colors of the fields are fading the sky dawns with a dusky hue the fledgling rain in it's delivery stays the grasses wet with it's dew You've redressed the bounds and landscapes and the sunsets have started to blush birthing all the rhythms in nature and of seasons transforming their flush The sunlight's zenith will be shedding exchanged for the blankets and veils where the finery of your mountain valleys wear ash gray along with your dales The cauldron of life's ever stirring expression is cooked on it's range the shades of the paintings dynamic and it's canvas always subject to change Like spices you alter the flavors of the years ever changing their gown where the fare you serve on times table finds the trail to joy you lead down all rights reserved 2017 Poetry of Providence C. Michael Miller Ecc 3:1 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
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