When the trees their summer splendor
change to rainment 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||












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