To hear the sound of fallen leaves that crunch beneath my feet
or the squirrel as it chatters in the tree,
the rustle of the russet leaves is really such a treat
the symphony of life is mine for free.
To smell the smoke of wood fires as it drifts above the town
or the perfume of an early Autumn rose,
the smell of dampened soil as the rains fall gently down
or an evening meal that’s cooking while I doze.
Hedgerows in their purple dress with fruit that’s ripe to pick
and fully-laden orchards with their prize,
some honey from the beehive that is oh so sweet to lick
become the sweetest feast for hungry eyes.
To feel the damp of Autumn’s mist that swirls above the ground
or feel the biting chill upon my face,
Jack Frost will come and spread his icy fingers all around
while rays of golden sun will give him chase.
As Mother Nature wears her gown of patchwork red and gold
the countryside is cloaked for me to see,
the beauty of this season is a wondrous sight to hold
all my senses come alive inside of me.
Gold trophy winner
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~ Janet ~ 
so take care 
