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Sep 2012
Through the window
over my kitchen sink, I see
a beautiful lady on my lawn.

She stands tall, her graceful neck
reching for the sun.

Her skirt bellows out around her.
It's beautifully made
by Mother Nature herself.
Green leaves touched auburn and maroon
by September's cool kisses.

Many arched arms lift it
as she sways in the wind.
Perfectly content in the sun,
or the rain.

She stands, and she is,
a beauty.
Written by
Aiden
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