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Fall Time
in the shadow of the morning before the sun
it yet does glow,
the air seems clear and fresh, it ever does
gently blow,
we saunter forth in solitude, relaxed, unstressed at
the songbirds in such unison, in harmony they never

the leaves begin to colour, to their crimsons, reds
and golds,
somehow through the falltime, our attention
surely holds,
they flutter down around us, swishing endless neath
our feet,
the majesty of the season, it surely can ne'er be beat.

fall is a time of glorious change, the hectic summer
winds down,
we move around at a different pace, moving freely
around the town,
we ever draw closer to winter, the fall a preview of
cold yet to come,
all too soon the winter arrives, we silently wonder
where it's from.

By Wooleyman

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