Autumn Breezes

Autumn again enters stage right and makes her colorful debut.
Lacy leaves brighten the days with gold and vermilion hue.
Summer leaves that once graced stately maple and aspen trees,
Are now swept along in eddies by the gentle autumn breeze!

Subtle breezes ripple the waters upon which sprightly grebes cavort.
Migrating geese stop for a visit at my pond finding a welcome port.
Squirrels scurry about with much ado collecting their winter fare;
Their bushy tails waving delicately with each gusty breath of air!

A scent so pleasant carried by a wafting zephyr placidly weaves,
About the neighborhood with the aroma of burning leaves.
Children scatter leaves Dad has raked into an inviting pile.
He cares not, recalling childhood autumn days with a knowing smile!

The sun begins to make a shorter arc each passing autumn day,
Sinking behind the mountains with a spectacular sunset display.
A magnificent harvest moon, that eternal ruler of the night,
Provides mellow ambience as it traverses its nocturnal flight!

A cooler breeze now begins to kiss my summer-tanned cheeks.
This morning I saw a dusting of snow on yonder mountain peaks.
The seasons hasten on, another glorious autumn is passing by.
Gentle autumn breezes bow out as winter gales and snow begin to fly!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Taylor Avatar
November 18, 2010 at 5:05 PM
These Autumn breezes are causing me a lot of "rake" time. Excellent write, Bob. Enjoyed. Ralphie.
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November 16, 2010 at 9:35 PM
a lovely write on the autumn breezes, enjoyed this read tonight,..p.d.
Iyer Avatar
November 16, 2010 at 8:06 PM
Beautiful transition of seasons depicted through your lines
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November 16, 2010 at 7:10 PM
It's so nice the father didn't get upset with the children for scattering the leaves. They are so much fun to play in, Bob! Beautiful description of the transition of seasons from summer to winter. Great poem, my friend! Love, Carolyn
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