The Autumn Dance
Harvest brings the summer's end,
fulfilling nature's call.
What pleasures found as reapings lend
their treasure in the fall.
Leaves sway to season's revelry,
so glorious to behold ~
with canvas spread for all to see,
bedecked with sheaves of gold.
A dance of foliage burning bright,
as sunlight dapples long ~
into the waning hours of light,
beguiled by autumn's charm.
Nature's chill now whispers near,
'tween summer's song and winter's gleam ~
relishing its time of year,
with a glowing smile, 'twould seem.
Alive within its autumn dance,
bedazzling, with its charm ~
giving summer one last glance,
as into life, the autumn's born!
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