' wind blown beauty '
harvest gold and brown
scarlet as blood, trickled crown
colors in bouquets vibrant cover the ground

flying as kites or brilliant balloons
frosty etched art exquisit form

' blow away ', flying in dance
activities of fall, balmy romance
bonfires blaze in cool night air
hayrides run for many a mile

the harvest moon hangs in the night
natures seems ready for summers flight

moderate rain drops beat leaves from their branch
while the result is their ballerina dance
they twirl and swirl, taking a bow
as home folks wonder to get them in pile

fallen to decay, beauty becomes brown
breaking on roadway turning to soup
the last of the season now lay on the ground.

by Myrtle Thomas

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