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Allures of Autumn
When allures of autumn blow o’er the breeze
A sensation is bestowed o’er the leaves
Changing from green, turning red, rust and gold
An exquisite season for to behold.
Falling leaves lay pretty carpets around
Trees are bare, therefore there’s no rustling sound
Even though stripped bare trees stand in splendour
Majestic in the month of September.
Fairies assemble on autumnal nights
They come to observe the seasons delights
To enjoy the succulent harvest juice
That the bountiful season doth produce.
When the season comes along vibrantly
Allures of autumn flow triumphantly.
Copyright ©
Beryl Edmonds
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