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Bountiful Autumn

The air feels different … crisp and clean.
There is only one thing this change can mean.
Summer has bid us a fond adieu,
Autumn arrives with her gifts for you.

A magical palette of infinite hue
Creates a Masterpiece, transforms the view.
Greens morph to red .. Orange .. Gold …
Glorious beauty for all to behold.

A Season of Harvest … to reap what we have sown,
Reflecting on how our life’s garden has grown.
The year has four seasons … our lives do too …
I wish a Bountiful Autumn to you.

©Sharon Langan


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