Autumn's Here again...An Autumn Poem
Dressed in red, orange and gold
Winds blow till they grow old
Plants shrivel and die
but underground some still lie
Days shorter, nights longer,
cold stronger
Blankets and thick duvets
cosy slippers
Pumpkins and barrels
with night owls
So long my lovely summer till we meet again!
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