Autumn Kissed
The brillant orange, it billows-
The tawdry burnt, to brown-
The air 'tis filled with aroma of chestnuts-
And Mesquite wood, fills the breeze, in our town!
'Tis a brillant, crisp, Metamorphis-
As a catapillar to: The Monarch, Butterfly-
It reminds me, of this change, in season-
With the Golden and Dark leaves, blowing in the sky-
poem by Theodora Onken
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