Summers End
The energy of Autumn is in the air
with small but subtle colors seeping
into the receptive scene everywhere.
Harvesting fields are being drawn
as each new day has its very own
ever changing, brilliant dawn.
The lake is decorated with the first fall
of the Live Oak's rippled leaf.
A sweet warm wind scatters them all
as autumn ushers in it's eager belief.
The last of the apple picking will begin,
as the old barn owl sings it's song of
summers colorful end.
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