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Welcome to my blog, a thoughtful gift my son Lew set up for my 95th birthday.

For this entry I will share my poem about Autumn. I have always enjoyed the changing of the seasons.


Autumn, cloaked in scarlet, russet and bronze,

Is a spendthrift who

Flings gold across the landscape

Steps proudly midst Harvest’s abundance.

Caresses velvety peaches

Plucks bushels of pears, plums and pomegranates

Bites crisp, caramel apples

Tastes tangy hot cider.

Greets goblins at her door

Hands out treats to pint-sized Jack-O-Lanterns

While witches glide across the sky

And cats meow on backyard fence.

Cuddling under woolen blankets

At Football’s festive frolic,

She breathes a sigh of respite

Between Summer’s blazing heat

And Winter’s frozen chill.

Autumn—the season of Harvest,

The season of gratitude.


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