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| JUST THERE The chrysanthemums have yet to reach the age Where they coat the sidewalks with their petal dust But autumn has made her presence known In many other ways to us Our cheeks are scolded by the morning breeze Then warmly stroked in the afternoon sun Stems of sharply pointed grasses crunch beneath our feet Broken to jagged edges by the nip of last nights frost A hunger for the sound of leaves strolling down the street Rumbles deep within our aching soul Fuzzy caterpillars deplete a milk pod plant Feeding on leaf after leaf after leaf Fall has tweaked our senses With her basket full of browns and reds and golds Step outside to see and feel and smell and hear And watch this glorious day unfold by Sheryl McCurdy |
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