Autumn comes on tip-toe this year                       

 In the waning days of October.

The cold wind blows into Kansas,

And animals grow more fur.

Found on Google+ on 11-6-15. 1monique-breva.

The air smells crisp and clean,

And when the rain comes,

It falls gently on

The yellow chrysanthemums.

The rain holds wonderful scents

That reflect the treasures  of earth.

Yellow, orange, and red leaves dance

While children laugh with mirth.

Trees catch the last rays of the sun,

And leaves fall to the ground.

Death touches all living things

And leaves without a sound.

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