Harvest reaping has been done
The nights are cool at last
We wait for leaves to vibrantly color
Though too soon they will be past.
This autumn season rustles in
With respite from the heat
Though winter follows much too soon
And shoveling’s such a feat.
Do not miss all the changes
Enjoy each sight, sound and smell
Let them not pass by without pause and praise
Before winter’s savage hell.
Autumn paints in colors
That summer has never seen
Rustling leaves traveling in the wind
To places they’ve never been.
Take time to stop and notice
All of Mother Nature’s glory
Each season has a reason,
Each season has a story.
Beautiful! Well done poem!
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You make it look much easier than it really is!
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βEach season has a reason,
Each season has a story.β
I love your style too! π₯°ππ₯°ππ₯°π
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