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The Dress Of Mother Earth

The air is crisp
As the falling leaves
Gone are the visions
Of emerald greens
For now is the time
Of Autumns birth
When changed is the dress
Of Mother Earth

Radiant colors painted
All around to see
Orange, and gold
The boldest red to be
To remind us that even
As the days go cold
Natures beauty is
Still one to behold

Sometimes I wish this moment
Frozen in time
So I could gaze at the wonder
Before eyes of mine
As winter days
Are but around the bend
In wait for Mother to change
Her dress again

~THE FLOWING PEN~
11-20-05








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