Autumn in
New York 2014 ©
By Polly
Guerin
The trees are singing a song
Then
autumn leaves came along
A cacophony
of painterly art
Before
the winter had its start
Everything
bursts with color
Admire
the view like no other
Leaves
dressed in crimson red
Brushed
with gilt beams instead
A rich
amber translucent glow
A blaze,
it nearly stole the show
Then
underneath the last dance
The
squirrels seemed in a trance
Burying
nuts beneath the earth
Marking
their place to search
The glorious
golden autumn days
Treasure
them, before they phase
Nature’s
grand finale is closing in
Savor
the moments and begin
For too soon
it’s a winter’s tale
Comes
round so swift with the pale.
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