Autumn Changes

Colors float on gossamer wings

to splash Autumn, on all things.

Crisp cool winds my fingers bite

and swirl dead leaves, a dusty sight.

A hunter’s horn blows from the hill

while all the birdsong goes quite still.

Times has come for Tricks or Treats.

and small white ghosties filled with sweets.

Cry no tears for Summer’s sun.

Autumn’s brisk bright days have come.

 

-Catherine Druitt

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