Soft Zephyr broom has swept across each town;
as piles of ruffled rainbow cornflakes lay
of ochre, scarlet, purple, pink and brown,
cascading down from Autumn's leaves of May,
they dance and whirl around through cool swift air,
percussion's softly play through season's tune
and pretty floral billowed garments flare;
while Kookaburra, pigeons start to croon
but when the fiery-flames of Autumn's hues
begin to mulch beneath the blanket white
and world soon paints in monochromatic views
is when the flock of birds will soon take flight.
Til then i shall enjoy the vibrant glow
of tangerine with Autumn's music show.
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