Autumnal Poems

A canopy of gold and orange,
Held by thick dark trunks.
These ancient trees admired by many,
Still presenting the show so tall.
These trees stand grand,
Majestic still, through hundreds of years of fall.
Children running, playing, jumping,
Colonial times till now.
These beauties have seen it all you see,
What secrets they may hold.
The myriad of colors together ,
A canvas to behold.
God has created this for us all to see,
Thankful our hearts should be.
My eyes just melt,as does my heart,
When seeing red, orange, and gold.
I wait all year for this great show,
Hoping to be able still , to see it when I'm old!!!!!

serenity patience
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Fresh air, crispness, colors flow
Calming silences. Hints of Cool breezes
Fires burn warming the soul

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