Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Sunny Days Of Autumn - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Sunny days of autumn,
Of chrysamthum lined landscapes,
In hues of golden orange and yellow.
Deep reds, purple, white with shades of pink
And dimpled rainbow smiles.
Leaves are sparse, no raking need we do;
Surely not enough for kicking or frolicing laughter.
Yet, these sunny days of autumn,
I'll not soon forget.
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