Sun sending subliminal message 'thru the trees, Stagnant air is chased by a freshening breeze- mind and body hearken to the clarion call-- changing leaves announce the arrival of fall. AWAKE!!--Wash summer doldrums from your face, there's a transformation taking place! The sky is cerulean blue, the air is clear- the time for harvest gathering is near. The fresh aroma of apples scent the air-- pumpkins hugging cornstalks-brittle and bare, the hay is baled and waiting in the field- the walnut trees are giving up their yield. Trees in fall fashion, bright and bold- flaming torches of scarlet, orange and gold. Put your house in order, reap your harvest, friend! Old man winter's waiting for the Glory of Autumn to end. © Betty C. Daniels September 15, 2003 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Mail




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