Autumn's Born
Autumn once again is here.
The air is crisp and cold.
Leaves from trees fall aimlessly,
their colors bright and bold.
Canadian Geese are southward bound.
Trees will soon be bare and shorn.
The harvest moon is beaming bright.
Looks like Summer died and Autumn's born!
Copyright © Ralph Taylor | Year Posted 2011
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