October's Gift
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Immune to October extremes;
Autumn fuels fantasy dreams.
Setting the poet in me free,
Autumn feels surreal to me.
I see the hand of God at work;
validating Nature's artwork.
And it's so beautiful to see,
Autumn feels surreal to me.
October smells of harvest time;
and faded flowers past their prime.
The changing leaves fill me with glee;
Autumn feels surreal to me.
One of the greatest gifts of all
is mid-October's gift of Fall.
Colored leaves hang from every tree;
Autumn feels surreal to me.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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