Autumn
By Marmee
Autumn my favorite season of the year . A harvest of vibrant colors from the deepest. reds to the lightest of yellows and greens Mother nature uses her artists pallet and brushes to paint her perfect master piece . :: Leaves to scatter in the autumn breeze , blending an array of colors everywhere , a feast for all eyes to behold. :: The air is fresh and crisp with many fragrant smells. The scent juicy of apples waiting to be picked from their trees. Grapes clustered on vines waiting to be harvested fills the air with the sweetness of their aroma . :: Framers fields speckled with many shades of oranges as big fat pumpkins a wait the coming of the children , in hopes to be carried home for some little child's Jack -o- lantern. :: Oh, the beauty of the Autumn season, leaving memories to behold for both the young and the old. ::~ Written September 26th, 2001 © on Sep 25 2001 10:37 PM PST 0 • 10
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