Notes About The Poem
Whipers of what will come
In Anticipation
Whispers of what will come
rustles among the leaves.
Blushes turn to golden hues,
Autumn's kiss upon the trees.
With a shiver of anticipation,
limbs shed their Fall dress.
sleep soon comes to subdue,
as nature readies to rest.
For the contest; Autumn's Dream
Sponsored by Rick Parise
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