Stirrings of crisp air
refreshes mind and body
sun’s warm rays delight.
Leaves of brilliant hues
glimmering gold and crimson
the glory of fall.
Pumpkins and turkeys
fragrant autumnal spices
bring their gifts of fall.
Trees in bare glory
sing in twig language their song
splendor comes in fall.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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