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Autumn’s an artist and a fun-loving thief
Whose paint brush can gild the hue of a leaf.
     She steals summer’s warmth whilst ripening fruit
     With her accomplice, called wind, hot in pursuit.

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She’s a herald who warns us that summer will go
And in no time at all blustery breezes will blow.
     She carries a palette of autumnal shades,
     And starts on her work in gardens and glades.

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She shortens the days, she lengthens the nights
And sends migrating birds far off on their flights.
     She breathes on our world with a breath that is cool
     And reminds playful children to go back to school.

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The wheat is now gathered and the grapes on the vine.
Like a generous hostess she provides food and wine.
    She gives nuts to the squirrels; birds have sweet seed 
    And, with smiling benevolence, she does her good deed.

 

 

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