Seasonal Change of MoodA Poem by BearOh, I don't ever look forward to winter but, the scents of autumn ~~ my most favorite scents of all.Death - - - the last burning ember has blinked out. The coals have grown cold... they've fallen... from the grate. The cold embers crunch under foot... and, stirred up by that same foot - - they fly away to decay - - but, they have brought us joy. . . in a few colors of the rainbow; they have allowed us to play in their piles of death. They don't die in vain for come spring - - - they will fertilize the life yet to come. © 2008 BearAuthor's Note
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Added on August 28, 2008Last Updated on September 2, 2008 AuthorBearNewark, OHAboutBorn on April Fool's Day and I'm left handed to boot. Enjoy the outdoors, feed the birds and squirrels, and really enjoy moon gazing on clear nights and even on cloudy nights I love seeing the moon m.. more..Writing
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