Poems and Stuff Part 2

Autumn

when you ask me my favorite time of year

a grin splits my face from ear to ear

as the pictures flow freely through my mind

I sigh in delight and close my eyes

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when the winds change and the leaves start turning orange, yellow, and red

The birds start to fly south, and the woodland creatures start to make their winter's bed.

they scurry about searching for sticks, twigs, and collecting their food

they feel it in their bones that winter is coming soon

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the flapping sound of wings high in the sky, and rustling leaves on the ground

everywhere you look hard working animals are making different sounds

you see them up in the trees, on the ground, on the fence, and in the sky

nature is a wonderful thing, all her colors, scents, noises, and what meets the eye

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the trees sway side to side rustling their leaves creating a song

the freshly cut blades of grass cut to short to dance along

the thump thump thump of a rabbits foot on a hollow log

echoes in the cool thick air of an Autumn's fog

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so when you ask this question of me

I close my eyes and this is what I see

I do not see Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall

I see nature with all her beauty and hear the sounds of her calls