Autumn Is Near. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Autumn Is Near.



Winds are gusting through the forest of oak birch and pine. Autumn is near the animals are busy preparing for the season. Change is coming the harvest mice, the squirrels are all darting around the place. Farmers are in the fields checking the crop. The air is crisp and sharp and the sun glows on the distant horizon.

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