Through the chortling meadow-stream
Strums the color-tree with rain
Ere its winsome whispers wane
Tempers autumn’s vivid hues
With November-anchored blues
Graces eaves with summer’s shard
Makes us think of days gone by
Wakes a glimmer in the eye
Shakes the woodland, settles dust
Stirs the heart with wanderlust
Stokes the ocher-mantled sod
With the promises of God
© Janet Martin
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