Sunny days with drifting clouds
Football matches spilling crowds
Cold grey mornings, grassy dew
Chilly winds that blew and blew
Blowing leaves off all the trees
Final song of wasps and bees
Spiders looking for a mate
Found in baths await their fate.
Trees with branches ever bare
Falling leaves without a care
Russet reds and golden browns
Line the paths as autumn’s gowns
Acorns lying on the ground
Squirrels hiding what they found
Hopping here and hopping there
Gather nature’s tasty fare.
Poppies with their crimson hue
And cornflowers painted blue
Where gather woodland fairies,
And wild birds gather berries,
To keep safe from winter’s frown
As nature starts to wind down
Summer days all gone too fast
Winter comes with icy blast.
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Winter comes with icy blast - you have given a nice warning. Let us enjoy what is left of the season. Beautiful poem with rhyme all through.