An Autumn Poem

Crisp leaves of gold, brown and red
Floating down from the trees overhead
Gently settling onto the ground
A new found beauty has been found.

A subtle frost in the morning glow
A chill in the air, not quite time for snow
Natures paintbrush, colouring bold
hues of russet, amber and gold

The time has come, for scarves and sweaters
The perfect crisp and cosy weathers
Pumpkin picking and carving too
so many autumnal things to do

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