by Marilou Suchar, Vassalboro
The gold, the red the shades of green, splash of fall colors, a brilliant scene.
It’s nippy, it’s cool – the breezes blow, It won’t be long ‘til winter’s snow.
The leaves come falling fluttering down, to spread out gingerly on the ground.
It’s not the time to moan and weep, it’s time to rest, to dream, to sleep.
The “Goddess Spring” will soon awake, and with her she will winter take.
“Spring” wakes up the leaves and flowers, and birds will sing for long, long hours.
Summer sun will dance and play, but in Maine it cannot stay.
Then, so soon again, to gold and red, the leaves will turn and go to bed.
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