By: Shelle
A sea of green, bright and bold
The days are short, the nights are cold
The hills are taking on a different hue
Orange, yellow, red againat a sky of blue
The feel of autumn is in the air
The birds are flying south without a care
The wind blows the leaves all around
The prelude of snowflakes falling to the ground
The fading of fall means winter is drawing near
I hate to see it go for it's my favorite time of year.
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