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by Diane Paley Davis

When autumn is upon us,
And Mother Nature undresses the trees,
Stripping them of their rainbow leaves,
And winds begin to blow cold,
And days grow shorter and shorter,
And birds prepare to migrate south,
And harvest time fills the air,
With horns of plenty everywhere,
And children stay inside to play,
We know that winter's on its way.


Posted on 11/27/2005
Copyright © 2021 Diane Paley Davis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/01/05 at 01:38 AM

Well done Diane. Welcome to Pathetic. I particularly liked the first two lines...Charlie

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