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Autumn's Curtsy (Terza Rima)
Sweet Autumn's whispers rustle resting trees
To curtsy graciously through shortened days
And paint a palette bright with colored leaves.
In orange, red, and yellow's lovely blaze,
A whirlwind tosses summer's past aside
Reminding all each season's but a phase.
'Neath morning's frost, green lawns appear to hide
As pumpkins, grown rotund upon the vine,
Aspire to be the finest ever eyed.
October thirty-first stands next in line
With children planning trick-and-treat to come
In costumes made with just the right design.
To passing seasons, Autumn must succumb
December hears the march of winter's drum.
By Sharon Miller Bolander
© 2008 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)
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