Autumn's Gift
On wet days, shivering,
we greet late fall,
whose shortening days
bring with icy fingers
hoar frost on the fields at dawn.
Some time before the first light snow,
we take pause, and with loved ones recall -
Autumn’s gift is an abundant harvest.
For Brian Strand's 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (24)any form any theme' Contest
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