Autumn Song
AUTUMN SONG
Maples redden, farmers gather
apples, pumpkins all together
some for pies on which we lather
whipping cream like snowy weather
hiding every bud of heather.
Blue sky deepens, gold grows bolder.
Hiking through these colors, vibrant,
hearing streams and creeks flow colder,
friends explore this mountain highland.
Open-mouthed, they stop, stand silent.
Copyright © Jennifer Fenn | Year Posted 2020
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