Autumn
Autumn
All dressed in her leafy gown,
Threads of red and gold and brown,
Autumn danced through the orchard
And danced through the town.
Then she told the passing breeze
It was time for her leave
And the listening trees
Whispered to the leaves.
Now Winter in snowy gown,
Sparkling frost and icy crown,
Dances through the orchard
And dances through the town.
Barry Stebbings
10/09/16
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2016
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