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The beauty of the season,
Strikes awe in the soul,
Leaves of many colors,
Yellows, orange and gold.
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A chillness in the air,
Makes one wrap their arms,
A little closer each dawn,
Lessens not Autumn's charm.
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A thick overlay of fallen leaves,
Crunch beneath each step taken,
Lying dry upon the ground,
Their beauty is not forsaken.
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The brilliant sky contrast,
Darker shades of Fall,
Birds chirp and flit about,
Talk of Winter's pall.
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Squirrels bury acorns,
Their territory now filled,
Food tucked away safely,
Ready for a Winter's chill.
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Nature takes a much needed rest,
As the beauty of Autumn proclaims,
Gaze upon my gorgeous Fall colors,
Soon I'll be dull, stark and plain.
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The Earth takes on a new look,
Trees become naked and bare,
Camouflage gone until Spring when,
New growth the trees will share,
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Wait for me to become clothed,
A new wardrobe will appear,
Mother Nature thus dictates,
To her rules Autumn adheres.
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İGayle Davis
14 October 2008
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