Autumn on my windowsill,
So quiet, lying, dying..still
Cleverly disguised as change
with brilliant strokes you rearrange
the comfort of the familiar.
We bundle up and brace ourselves
as Summer things are put on shelves
and breathless wait for Winter’s hand,
its shadow cold across the land
in shades of brown and white.
Though Autumn be what you are called…
I know just why we call you Fall!
Round 2 of Nature’s ticker tape parade…..
PS 
Wooohooooo!!!
Dreaming Reality 
Nice pics. And an even nicer rhyme on Dan’s post. Dr. Seuss would be quite pleased. Though Green Limes and Wheat Beer would make for better theater than someone standing at the gym door making like a greeter. Those 16 ounce curls are a much safer way to burn calories. Than going to the gym expending salaries.
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Sorry John. WordPress dumped this in my Spam folder which I check about once a month. I agree about the gym. Thanks for leaving me a comment. 😊
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“with brilliant strokes you rearrange” . . . a perfect description!
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Thanks Pam! I get so excited about now living somewhere that leaves actually change colors before dying.
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Her hee -love that score. I hope the Saints peak before we play them.
Great post.
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I respect your high hopes and what will be will be. But I sure am feeling the Brees this season. 😉
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