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by Mary Ellen Quire
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Goblins to Giblets
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Oh, how beautiful is the turning of the leaves
From one color to a rainbow of earthly shades.
Once a mighty tree so full of life, it now grieves
At the falling of its foliage while the green fades.
The cool, blowing breeze blows the colorful remains
Along the dying grass; the flowers do mourn.
Those who have not prepped to sleep, stake their domains.
While the dying awaits spring to be reborn.
The migrating ones leave, seeking warm places,
While others prepare for the cold thatís to come.
The first flake that falls, a small child embraces.
Marking the new season that has become.
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|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|an absolutely lovely autumn piece...very vivid and personal...well done!|
|Reviewed by Robert Harrison
|Everthing in it's season, and each season a blessing to those who use their eyes.
I enjoyed this very much.
|Reviewed by Casey Harmon
|This puts me in the seasonal mood. Fall is my favorite time of year. Thank you!
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|Beautiful write just as fall is a beautiful season.
|Reviewed by pat frazier
|you have a great way with words. we are all proud of you. pat frazier|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|I love your quote, just under your name. Too cool. The poem is kinda harsh, I know where you are coming from though. ;)
|Reviewed by Lisa Omstead
Fall...my favorite season!
|Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
|my favourite time of year.
|Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
|Where would we be without the cycles of life
I am in the autumn of life
And yes everything is falling but I donít think spring coming again will help
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)