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Autmn, God's Colorful PaletteThe golden rays of the morning star broke through the cool haze of the early dawn, revealing an Autumn wonderland. As the cool autumn breeze softly stirs the tall oak trees and from their massive branches fall bright yellow, golden hued and crimson red leaves swirl to the cool damp, moss covered ground far below. There they shall lie as a beautiful multi-colored blanket until the arrival of winter’s snow. In the soft Autumn air the squawking of crows, gathering for their long flight to their Southern rendezvous can be heard echoing across the harvested Corn fields. Light, white puffy clouds drift aimlessly across the azure skies, as groups of large sun flowers bow their heads to the warm Autumn sun. Honey bees busily visiting the remaining flowers of Autumn, as the red squirrel scampers from one tree to another scolding the noisy black birds. Autumn with all of its brilliant colors and sounds seem to make the worries and distractions of the day just fade away. Autumn, God’s colorful Palette. Jackie R. Kays © 05 Vote for this poem
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