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Autumn's SplendorThe days of late September usher in the Joys of Autumn's Splendor The tress issue forth their dying gasps; brilliant colors of the season about to lapse. Our Eyes rejoice in the circus of color That Autumn's Splendor does afford, Fallen Leaves crunch along the pathways While drifting leaves 'rain' color we adore. Too soon the chill of winter winds Will tear the final leaves that cling so tenaciously, To branches that once were resplendent With red sumac, golden oak, and maple's tapestry. Warm sun in golden days of Autumn, Cool breeze blows through the clearest skies. These days I capture Autumn's Splendor To warm my soul when the fire of winter dies. karen 9-19-06 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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