To wake on Autumn mornings when the first rays of the sun
will tinge the sky with red to greet the day,
your heart will be uplifted as the magic spell is spun
and the sight will melt your troubles on the way.
The spires of nature’s beauty rise like fingers to the skies
ablaze with golds of every shade and hue,
a russet carpet under foot produces many sighs
soon chilly winter breezes will be due.
Piercing shafts of gold that cut through early Autumn mist
dissecting chill and cold to warm the earth,
the harvest safely gathered as the land is softly kissed
all life prepares for sleep and Springs re-birth.
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Hilly xxx
