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Autumn tumbles in upon the high wind, 
Swirling through mists and stubble fields
Amidst ruby red berries and golden leaves.

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Close sister to the fast declining sun,
She romps carelessly amidst people who,
For their bountiful harvests, thank God.

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She gently nudges late flying swallows
Who seriously discuss their flight paths
Whilst huddled on telegraph wires.

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Look!  How beautiful is this season 
Of vibrant colours, damp mists, cool breezes.
Season of harvest-time and ripening vines.

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Autumn wears her warmest colours –
Flaming russets and sizzling golds -
To compensate for the chilly nights.

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The huge round harvest moon rises
Over the gently smoking chimneys,
Apple laden trees and tapestries of gold

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            As Autumn quietly murmurs - - 

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                                   Goodbye to summer 

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