AUTUMN, THE BEAUTIFUL SEASON
A Thing of Beauty
Wind blown leaves of yellows and reds,
Butterflies so colorful, arise from beds.
October and November, both are fine,
Congers up the happiness, in my mind.
The Fall of the year, it has come again,
With cool breezes, it's a little chilly then.
Water is rippling across the lake so wide,
Golden leaves all riding as boats, to glide.
I sit, all snuggled in the warmth of my coat.
On my porch, I watch clouds, as they float.
A change in the air, from the summer heat,
A silver moon rising, with the night to greet.
A colder wind wafts, across the calm scene,
Tall trees cluster, about my cabin, to screen.
An owl greets a moon with its signaling hoot.
As my restless hunting puppy, gnaws a boot.
It soon goes to sleep, and in restless dreams,
Longing for tomorrow, and happy sun beams.
In the warming of my sanctuary, a cabin there,
I sleep on into the darkness, without any care.
Morning awaits us and with its warming sun,
Bathing the landscape, as the day is begun.
Brown deer will dance over their autumn trail,
As a beckoning Fall, casts a marvelous spell.
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