Signs of Autumn

Autumn’s hue is dying the trees
Flecks of gold and orange and red
Creeping slowly among the leaves.

Autumn’s weather is blowing on through
Temperatures dropping, cold winds humming
Cloudy skies blocking
Summer’s blue.

Autumn’s paintbrushes are splashing in the morn
One wide stroke sweeping a swath
Of brilliant bright red
Causing a fire to erupt

Autumn’s signs are creeping in
She’s restless
She’s eager
She’s coming alive.

It’s clear
Is here.


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