Autumn Color

fall poem

Jack Frost paints a portrait of beauty
With colors so vivid and bright;
It’s framed with a purple misty haze
And draped in a frosty night.

Big, fat, bright orange pumpkins
Nestle snugly among shocks of corn;
Leaves flutter silently earthward;
Ice sparkles like glass in the dawn.

The nuts drop softly upon the ground,
Leaves fall and hide them there;
Squirrels work away industriously,
Their winter store to prepare.

A pale harvest moon sails serenely
Across a star-studded sky,
And smiles on a world full of color
Since Jack Frost has just passed by.

~ Author Unknown ~

2008-10-24T10:07:11+00:00By |Categories: Fall Poems|Tags: |0 Comments

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Jersey Shore Grandmother of 5 great kids, retired special ed high school teacher, married since 1972 to Poppy...loves spoiling the grands, crocheting for whomever I can and charities, reading, crafts, outdoors, blogging...and retirement.

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