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The maple, apple, cottonwood,
Each dance the dance of fall.
As winds begin the waltz of time
In autumn's free-for-all.

The Rocky Mountains dressed in lace
Are dusted fresh with snow,
And give their notice to the plains
That winter's soon to show.

Beyond the trail and out of sight,
The marmot's growing fat.
Preparing for a nice long rest
Beneath a frozen mat.

When metamorphosis is through
And naked trees lie still,
The stars alight the crisp-clean sky
On every leaf-strewn hill.

With thankful heart I take it in...
This greatest show on earth!
When nature offers promise in
The seasons of rebirth.

The NO FRILLS Challenge

By MissSharon

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