The air is getting cooler,
And the breeze becomes king,
Caressing my cheek like
A lover's gentle hand.
Soon the leaves will change,
Their colors becoming many,
The world a spectrum
The ground a new bed.
The sun he sets earlier,
Ringing in the night
So the night creatures play
A longer song to the sky.
A new season, a new time,
Traditions return, a new joy,
A change in everything
The world has to offer us.
Bring me the Fall,
An Autumn so full,
Show me your magic,
Mother Nature, Mother Earth.
Give me new things
To look forward to,
More things that come
Only one time a year.
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Written September 12th, 2006
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this gives a great sense of being there to bring in a new season. colours in the imagination and bring hopes for new times to come.. thank you for sharing
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Fall is my favorite time of year; football, hunting, and the heat is finally over. I love the blush of color bursting across the hills.
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...the world a spectrum, the ground a new bed...magic, not too often found in thoughts, nor November.
For me, this is as great as it could ever be!! Neither whimsical nor reptitive in any way shape or form!! I gotta hand it to you, This just became one of my favorite poems of all time!!!!
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Sis, you are one of the best writers here. I know of so few who could hold a candle to you. It seemingly comes so naturally to you.
This is a beautifully perfect piece. The rhythm is so absolute, and the words are lovely! I love it, and I miss you. Hugs, Patricia
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WOW... This is a pretty fall poem!!! You did a great job on this one!!! I really enjoyed it!! Keep up the great work!!!
Hugs,
Beth
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