Burn gently away
A mild breeze descends on trees
And helps them to sway
It's time once again
To enjoy the last of the sun
And ready ourselves
For the winter to come
But until that time comes
We have a blessing in disguise
Leaves turn reddish in color
The sun in splendor sets, and in glory does rise
Autumn in it's beauty
It's nature's middle way
Contrasting the abundance of summer
And a cold winter's day
— unknown
November in glorious splendor. What a wonder to behold!
Christine
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