Autumn quietly reaches out and gifts Summer her cloak

To cover the bright capricious head from the change she can't revoke.

Everywhere there are signs of storing and the gathering of fuel,

As the World spins on its restless way to welcome rich renewal.

It's time for Nature to take a pause...for life to take a breath,

Before Winter takes a vice-like grip and all seems akin to death.

But beneath bare trees and desolate land the rhythm of life beats on,

Suspended...slowed...designed to endure...till waking what seemed gone.

Autumn is Nature's source of rebirth...patiently planning new life out of sight,

For Spring to emerge from the silent earth into the fresh minted light.

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