Leaves floating down carried in the breeze
Sunrays on the autumn path
Leaves with sparkling dewdrops
Are jewelry to the tree branches
Winds howl and growl at Night
And make me shiver underneath my warm comforter
Brittle leaves from last year’s autumn
Rustle in the crying wind
And I snuggle deeper underneath my blankets
Roses are no longer blooming for it is now autumn
And all the roses are now
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*~Marian~