As Autumn Comes a Drifting…

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Silent tiptoes summer off the nature stage;
Quiet as a baby’s breathing while asleep.
With nary a fanfare, it is gone, with time did age,
We’ve only memories made of it to keep.

In withheld mood of great anticipation,
We now wait for the Glory time of year.
The nights are getting cool, we feel elation,
As Autumn comes a-drifting, it’s almost here.

With cooler nights and lowered heat, it‘s coming;
Subtle signs of Autumn’s presence appear.
Soon wood smoke will be smelt as it goes drifting,
As sure a sign I know, that it is here.

The downhill slide to Christmas, that is Autumn,
For we all know that soon there will be snow.
First, there comes the blanket laying all around,
Of leaves, and many colors they will show.

The pumpkins spread out all along the roadways,
In country, that’s a sure sign of the times.
Like big, huge balls of orange, color all ablaze,
The grocery stores more crowded with their lines.

The smells of baking come in through the windows,
Now open for the cool breeze to come through.
As Autumn comes a-drifting, everybody knows,
God’s crayons are sharpened, coloring to do.

Written & Submitted By:
© Linda Vale Martin



Music © Yuko Ohigashi

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