The Grandeur of Fall
Autumn's crisp, dry leaves crackle underfoot,
adding a crunch to the grandeur of Fall.
Squirrels scamper about, as if hard-put
to gather acorns, and bury them all.
Nature crochets a shroud for Summer's death;
from the colored leaves that fell from the trees.
And the air holds a chill that frosts your breath;
quickly dispersed by a brisk Autumn breeze.
A kaleidoscope of yellows and golds
adds to Fall's ever-changing scenery.
And Autumn's annual pageant unfolds,
as Jack Frost's kiss gilds Summer's greenery.
Scarlet, vermilion, orange, and cerise,
line the pathway south for migrating geese.
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