Chilling breeze caresses trees
Chasing sparrow anxious bees,
Clouds race over sombre skies
Watching while creation sighs.
Leaves in summer brilliant green,
Some now golden, most unseen,
Insects nowhere to be found
Autumn shelter in the ground.
Horses standing in the fields
Stiffly in their blanket shields,
Mill pond frog no longer sings
Quack of ducks no longer rings.
Clever birds have sensed the time,
Left to find a warmer clime
Only to return in spring
With them joyful noise to bring.
Autumn clothes pulled out in haste
Children wrapped, in warmth embraced
Stirring leaves from off the path
Dancing as these children laugh.
Soon the brilliant white of snow
Settles where the flowers grow
Blanketing the countryside
Covers all and sits astride.
Winter soon will fill the land,
Desolate on every hand,
Days grow shorter sunshine weak
Ice packs form on yonder creek.
Until solstice turns around
Thawing of the frozen ground
All creation wakes to play
Celebrate the first spring day.
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