Autumn
Autumn is the perfect time of the year.
Turning of clocks one hour is here.
The foliage is so many different colors.
Red, orange and tan leaves drift down
on to the ground.
The tree branches are bare, because
underneath the trees, leafs lay, awaiting
to be raked away.
A colorful collage of dried flowers,
leaves, berries, and gourds, makes a
gorgeous wreath for your door.
Pumpkins are gathered with care,
in hopes of being a Halloween scare.
Pies are made from the pumpkins
insides for a Thanksgiving feast
that will be eat.
Harvested cornstalks makes
fathershalks to decorate
your lawn. While the corn
feeds a many number of
farms.
Squirrels scatter about gathering
acorns for a long winters nap.
With other animals eating a lot
of food to hibernate.
When you wake up to a cold
frosted morning. You will
know for sure that autumn
is here.
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