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Autumn Tales
I for one am sick of summer. If you're with me in America, let's pretend it's over please. If you're somewhere else in the world I suppose this won't seem quite as enticing, but either way; Write of fall. Anything goes.
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September Colors

(from my poetry book, Valentine's Day Love Poems)

Dry leaves of summer, once all green, suddenly turning

Gently gilding the edges of the greenest, green trees.

These first leaves of autumn begin a journey unending,

Striking yellows surrounded by flocks of green leaves.

The hot breath of the last summer breeze fades away,

Signaling a change in the warm winds of Love’s seasons.

Our Love lingers on beneath these trees, here to stay,

Seeking more and more September leaves, as reasons.

Slowly each day surrounds us in blankets of colors,

A yearning for yellows to reds gives us Love’s pigments.

Clear skies at night give us a sight as we walk, so stellar.

Stars cross the night skies in Love’s constant regiments.

Orion begins to greet us on our evening walks, forever,

As we pass beneath brightly, colored, leaves together.

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