Pirouetting Autumn
The tree blushed. A rude blast of air betrayed a shapely bough. My saddened heart aware that Nature's clock was chiming. I froze upon the twelfth clanging tone, caught alone, staring at a creaking door left ajar for dancing, colored Autumn, pirouetting in her leaves, while agitated summer creatures backed away resignedly, sighing in protracted breves. I turned; gave company; we stood together, watching Summer slowly blow away. Written by Mark Slaughter [red and green Maple leaves, Fall] child friendly persona Personas by LisaAtTheBeach
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