A mantle of gold and crispy brown
Spreads to cover the silent ground
In rustic shades of amber and red
As dutiful leaves from trees are shed.
The cycle of time brings Octoberness
When Autumn takes to her yearly dance
In twirls and turns, her moves so breathless
In the arms of the breeze she finds romance!
All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~10.07.13
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