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AUTUMN, by                    
First Line: A dash of color, an azure sky
Last Line: May it be to joy, and never to weep.
Subject(s): Autumn; Colors; Harvest; Seasons; Fall


A dash of color, an azure sky,
A fluttering wing goes darting by.
A breeze sweet laden with dying ferns,
A seed-pod shattered by beating storms.

The evening lengthens for night-fall makes
A quick appearance and slowly takes
Hours long of daylight. Then fire lights grow
And households ripple, in laughter's glow.

A frosty morning, an icy breeze,
A sun's weak flicker, and waters freeze.
The breath is visioned upon the air;
With "cats" and "witches" in nightly glare.

Ah, this is autumn, and this is fall;
The golden harvest season for all.
As one has planted, so one will reap,
May it be to joy, and never to weep.





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