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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

POETRY FOR JANNA

My friend Janna (and others too) shares a real love of autumn with me. Even though we haven't had much of an autumn here in Edmonton this year, I know it's still blazing gorgeous colours in other parts of North America, and I wish it was still like that here! However, it's not, and rather than gripe about it, I'd like to share a poem I wrote about my favourite season (and Janna's) with you all. I wrote it a couple years ago after getting inspired looking out my window at a beautiful, sunny autumn day..........

**ahem**..... (that was for Debs)



THE CHANGING

Windfall colours glow in trees
And dance among chill breezes
Autumn's breath cools the air
Before the water freezes.
Clouds skid along in a rush
Much quicker than before
Pumpkins plump while flowers fade
On frosty garden floors.
Summery sun, once so warm
Replaced by rays subdued
The laziness of summer gone
Now wintry thoughts intrude.
Proof of breath hangs in the air
From morning exhalations
Frosty crystals on the ground
Are rich in their sensations.
Dried foliage crunches underfoot
Soon blanketed in white
As Mother Earth shares her gift
Of Autumn's wonderous sight.
Judy October 2001


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