Autumn Bliss
As summer ends, autumn descends.
With a gentle breeze it does send, leaves dancing and swaying to the ground they gently lay.
Blackberries do grow, pumpkin's are a glow.
Squirrel's go to and fro burying a nut or two with care they take.
As the hedgehog sleeps the fog does weep in silence as it shrouds everything before the warming sun.
The dew sparkles in the light of the dawning sun, threaded together by the spiders orb, I am in awe.
The oak standing so tall baring witness to it all. Upon your empty branch a robin perched, with his tuneful song he does sing. It's an autumn bliss I could not miss.
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