The Grandeur of Fall
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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, then bury them all.
Nature crochets a shroud for Summer's death;
using 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 orange and golds;
add to Fall's ever-changing scenery.
And Autumn's annual pageant unfolds
as Jack Frost gilds all of the greenery.
Yellow, scarlet, vermillion, and cerise;
ink the pathways for the migrating geese.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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