Autumn
When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
~Charlotte L. Riser~
Friday, November 11, 2011
The Beauty of Fall
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2 comments:
This is gorgeous! Love that poem too.
Beautiful and gorgeous pics...as always ;)
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