Autumn
Autumn.
Chill in the air.
Squirrels stash bereted nuts.
Plump hedgehogs gorge on farewell feasts
And apples blush at the sun's warm caress.
Dreamy trees are roused from slumber
And undressed by the breeze.
Proud pumpkins beam;
Autumn
01/09/18
Contest : Rictameter me sponsored by White Wolf
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2018
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