by Richard A Kirsch
Saturday, May 03, 2008
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Autumn’s color crunches brilliant on woodland’s paths,
Displaying shades of red, rust, yellow, brown.
Autumnal scents dance on brisk breezes.
Carmel apples, cider, football, mothballed jackets’ revive.
Golden leaves filter fall’s sun.
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|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Now if we can just keep autumn without going to winter...now I want to read your book, Pine Woods...;-) Ed|
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|This is very good.I like the flow of this poem,take care
|Reviewed by 000 000
|Love your few words. Captured fall completely!
|Reviewed by David Delaney
|Love your imagery Richard, everyone should take time to listen to nature.One day I will get to visit my mate in Wisconsin & visit your wonderful lakes.
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Yes liked this poem and realize you don't have Summer poem yet. Supposedly you will the poems are great about the seasons. **********|