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How I Love These Autumn Days! – 16 November 2007

As I’m writing this poem, the wind is howling and the tree branches are being blown about. The sun was out for a while, illuminating a bright blue sky; then clouds took over. But sunlight still keeps on trying to come through.

How I Love These Autumn Days!
By Mary T. Hoffman
(Written 16 November 2007)

At dawn as soon as I’m awake,
Morning fog hangs o’er the lake;
Distant mountains viewed through haze –
How I love these autumn days!

Walking against a chilly breeze
Blowing more leaves off the trees,
Autumn ushers in the cold:
Winter’s coming as foretold.

Rays of sun soon work their way
Through clouds all fluffy white or gray.
By noon the sky is blue and bright –
A gorgeous scene, a perfect sight!

Bright-colored leaves the cold defy –
But fewer in number – as they try
To flaunt their beauty till at last
They’re swept away by winter’s blast.

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