At last, a welcomed light Autumn breeze,
Whistling passed steepled roofs,
Gently lifting branches of the bowing sycamore trees
Lining dull gray sidewalks still toasty warm
...
A Scottsman's daughter named Nelly
Drew pictures of mice on her belly
That night in a dream
She squeaked out a scream
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This glorious time of year
grace is in bloom, divine
supple spindles gleam
by golden beam
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Clouds are weeping at my door
Puddles tearfully trickle in
Moonlight falls, whisper thin
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The finest day of spring
Petals dance on sudden gales
Counting everyone
Before the sinking sun
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When a horse is on his knee
Don't shoot him till he stands
One so proud, a final plea
Is his to stay your hands
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Shades Of Autumn
At last, a welcomed light Autumn breeze,
Whistling passed steepled roofs,
Gently lifting branches of the bowing sycamore trees
Lining dull gray sidewalks still toasty warm
From the sweltering heat of the day before;
Departing summer flees threads of deep purple clouds
Leaching westward from the eastern sky,
Inky streams clawing their way into lighter shades of dusk,
The new season has cast her dye.