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Hints of Autumn are so subtle, like the crops ready for harvest. And nights getting dark earlier, after the dog days of August. Changes are hard to recognize; hints of Autumn are so subtle. But the pumpkins have turned orange under leaves of emerald green. And maple leaves are changing hue, although October feels far off. Hints of Autumn are so subtle, the public pools have not yet closed. There are some subliminal signs, like the songbirds migrating south. Although it's inevitable, hints of Autumn are so subtle.

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Date: 8/16/2022 3:35:00 AM
Your poem conveys the ease of the changing season we don’t notice until the chill sets in. A gorgeous entry Emile. Blessings xxoo
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Emile Pinet
Date: 8/16/2022 7:51:00 AM
Thanks, Connie; I agree Autumn often creeps up on us with little notice; as always, I appreciate and welcome your comments, my friend; Emile.
Date: 8/12/2022 11:54:00 AM
Hello Emile. This is lovely with marvelous imagery not to mention written in poetic style. There are no words to describe the glory of autumn. May this day find you well.
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Emile Pinet
Date: 8/12/2022 12:01:00 PM
Thanks, Lisa, yes, I agree Autumn can leave one speechless, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.
Date: 8/12/2022 9:17:00 AM
Another marvelous poem, Emile. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I love autumn, but I know it portends wintertime, which seems to go on forever! Hope all's well with you, my friend.
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Date: 8/12/2022 10:57:00 AM
Thanks, Milt, it's still early to be thinking of Autumn, but it's on its way, As always, I appreciate your comments my friend, stay safe, Emile.

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