Wednesday, November 11, 2009


The crisp air with a slight chill,

Ushers in the season of Fall

The time before the approaching Winter

Harvesting Nature's rustic bounty.

The fading green, turning crimson red

Sun-kissed leaves form a soft bed

Treading along the strewn path,

Dotted with bare trees on either side.

The babbling brook gurgles on,

Churning the leaves of the past.

An end to a year of blooming beauty,

Until that time the sun stays long.

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