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Foot Steps in the Autumn WindSoftly shuffling, then lifting and gliding across the old country lane. Brilliant orange, crimson, and shades of brown… up they go! And then back down. Leaves of Autumn. Like soft footsteps in the Autumn wind the haunting sound keeps shuffling around, from here to there and then back into the brisk Autumn air. Who’s coming? Who’s out there? The foot steps grow louder as the North wind blows. First one, then two and before you know it, crystal white snow flakes falling everywhere! The sound of foot steps soften as old man Winter arrives and Autumn shuffles out of sight, leaving no footprints in the new fallen snow. Now those colorful Autumn leave have no where to go, forever buried under winter’s cold, white blanket of snow. Jackie R. Kays Copyright…2004 Vote for this poem
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