The shadow of Autumn
Seems to find its place.
Resting on the bosom
Of Natures space.
O let the mother have her fun,
Let her mingle with all her sons.
For she gives birth in every shadow
What her imagination has brung.
The Winter chill is not far away,
But it will have to wait for its day.
Mother is here and has her say,
Let us not deny her stay.
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Love ya!
Jane