The sun admires its grandeur on each tree

And azure skies frame orchards' colored rows;

The lakes reflect with narcissistic glee

The autumn palette nature's beauty knows.

At times the golden aftternoons enhanced 

By warmth and storm clouds restless for release

Give way to Thor's display of thunder dance

Refreshing sod with showers that soon cease.

October's warmth and slowly fading days

The air replete with smell of burning leaves,

The chatter of the geese now parting ways

Complete the auras that the season weaves.

Wherever seasons pass from spring to fall

The glory of these days surpasses all. 

                                                                            Mary Dunn

What is your favorite season of the year?

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