Autumn calls
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 The birds call
loudest in autumn
In a weather set at random Leaves on fire in bright sheen Blood Red creeps over foliage green How the sky seems to settle Ready for a winters battle Through the thin dying berry Grey squirrels in temper scurry Nature holds her breath a moment In autumns tiptoe advancement. I hear scarcely a human voice For which I truly can rejoice Sure we would then interrupt Or in error begin to corrupt. Gently let trees variant display Autumns golden-haired array |
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