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Crisp Chilly Days of �Autumn

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It's hard to say which is my favorite season, I think I enjoy spring and autumn equally. Spring being the awakening of life �and autumn is the last hoorah before the great hibernation.�A time when harvests' bounty is stored upon shelves, and the glorious hues of autumn drift downward.

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and mice scurry around looking for a warm home...

~Leafs' Flight~

subtle changes

green fades yellowish

pale orange appears

�rustic reds and deep oranges

burst forth overnight

golds and browns appear

rich hues blazing

splendorous

vibrant adornment

precedes the falling

waiting for

crisp chilled winds

leaves now dried

rustling, chattering

shivering noisily

awaiting their descent

one chance only

to fall gracefully

dancing, twirling

whispering in wonderment

at the feel of freedom

landing softly, sighing

watching the others

take flight

admiring their antics

sun glinting through

baring branches

ground colder than expected

feeling grumpy

crunching loudly

when stepped on

snuggling close

to the others for

a long winters' nap.

Janice

� Nov 4,1998

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