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November 5, 2009

Fall, a Poem by Helena Gilbert Yoest

November 5, 2009 | By | No Comments

Fall

Leaves fluttered eagerly to the ground.

Crickets faithfully kept up a steady stream of chirping as the dewed grass sparkled nonchalantly.

Rays of light burst through thinning clouds, while a sigh of wind stirred century old trees.

Jets cruised lazily, the lords of the sky.

Cars thundered past, awakening sleeping squirrels.

The air was tinted with the unique fragrance of decaying leaves.

Another gust of wind swirled towards the sky.

It was beautiful, and it felt right.

It was fall

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