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An Autumn Voice by Paul Francis Mc Cann Thursday, May 29, 2003 Share Print Save Become a Fan

As green leaves turn into gold Autumns breeze cuts as cold as ice . Life sleeps among the shadows in half light- A razors sun slice . In the morning mist the dew has kissed gossamers silky hair. Dreams of spiders are blowing in the wind . Trees stand bleak and bare . Autumn leaves lie like a carpet on the ground for miles around . The voice of Autumn is a silent rustle all over town . Leaves on a soft path lie in the moonlight as the stars come out . The voice of the fall calls and yet there�s no one can hear the shout . Come out and walk in the leaves, it is a colourful season . The sun rises slow over the glow and it is still freezing. The chill of Autumn revives the pale cheeks of the child at play. Oh but I can hear them say, Isn't it a beautiful day ?
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Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)	5/30/2003

This is lovely. My fav. time of the year.




Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)	5/30/2003

Sounds beautiful, and I love the pic too.