I wake to the sound of the wind,
As it whirls through the rainbow of trees.
I feel the leaves falling around me.
Floating on the stiff breeze.
The last of my flowers still standing
Defying the first light frost.
Black-eyed Susan waving goodbye,
To their season, soon to be lost.
The walnuts clutter beneath the trees,
The animas rushing to store
The unusual bounty of mast crops
For winter is coming once more.
As much as I used to love Autumn,
Now, I feel only grief.
As I wait, and cry with a shiver,
For spring to bring some relief.
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