Whispers of Autumn
The wind whispers secrets, a rustling refrain,
Of falling leaves, a colorful, swirling train.
A crisp, cool air, a touch of frost's embrace,
Autumn's arrival with a happy face.
The golden hues, the browns, the reds so bright,
A canvas painted by the sun's warm light.
The trees stand proud, their branches bare and bold,
A symphony of whispers, stories untold.
The squirrels scamper, gathering nuts galore,
For winter's coming, and they're ready for more.
The crows caw loudly, a raucous, merry sound,
As nature's theater, with vibrant hues, abound.
So let us laugh and revel in this time,
When autumn's whispers paint a happy rhyme.
8/24/2024
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