Autumn brings things of change
working till the sun goes down
paints a canvas of many colors
Till ol' man winter comes around

She is vibrant in color
has a chill on her breath
making her the bride of ice
and holding the hand of death

Winter has come to pass
Autumn awakes from her rest
from tree to tree
and branch to branch
She holds Spring upon her breast

D.M. Bantner

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