Sing to me Autumn . . . . .

Tina Woodruff

Sing to me, Autumn, with the rustle of your leaves. Breathe on me your spicy scents that flow within your breeze.

Dance with me, Autumn, your waltz that bends the boughs of trees.  Now tell me all the secrets you've whispered to the seas. 

Sleep with me, Autumn, beneath your starlit skies.  Let your yellow harvest moon shimmer in our eyes. 

Kiss me, Autumn, with your enchanting spellbound ways That changes all you touch into crimson golden days. 

Love me, Autumn, and behold this love so true That I'll be waiting faithfully each year to be with you.

Poem by Patricia L. Cisco

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