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Mix in with the sunset, And fall with the wind Adding gold to green While streaks of pink and purple Shine through branches Half bare, but aware Of the magic The new season brings. A bird sings merrily As it flutters by - Watched by a squirrel Playing in the leaves, Weaving its way through the woods. How could this day Be any more beautiful? It has captivated my heart and soul And given me a peace Which transcends all understanding. As the sun goes down, I feel a chill down my spine And know that it is time to leave; Yet a certain warmth fills my body - A magic that only autumn brings. October 22, 2007 |