Changes Of Autumn
The wind is blowing through the pines;
Winter is coming in.
The sky is full of dark gray lines;
Snowfall will soon begin.
The leaves run fast along the ground;
The air is bitter cold.
The squirrel packs nuts by the pound,
As if collecting gold.
The Coyote sheds his summer coat;
The bat hides in the cave.
The duck floats like a little boat,
Upon the rolling wave.
The trees make a colorful blaze,
Of yellow, orange, and reds.
They brighten up the darkest days,
Before they shave their heads.
The night is longer than the day;
The fox can see his breath.
Mosquitoes that came out in May,
Finally meet their death.
The deer run all around the woods;
The rut is fully on.
The farmer harvests all his goods;
Frost will be seen at dawn.
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