Fall
The old earth is changing;
The seasons turn round.
The autumn leaves flutter
Their way to the ground.
My own world is changing;
The seasons conspire
To grant me the peace
Of a rest by the fire
~Melissa Pinol~
The old earth is changing;
The seasons turn round.
The autumn leaves flutter
Their way to the ground.
My own world is changing;
The seasons conspire
To grant me the peace
Of a rest by the fire
~Melissa Pinol~
Autumn
When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
~Charlotte L. Riser~
When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
~Charlotte L. Riser~
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