Acorns crunch beneath my feet
Fall's sheading leaves ankle deep
Swans float by across the pond
Like clouds the angels sit upon
Pause to watch them slowly fall
Leaves of firey colors all
Squirrels scurry here and there
Hiding nuts ahead winter air
Mallards exploding into flight
Protective coves to find by night
Soon these woods cold and bare
Will drift the snow above his lair
Follow tracks up to the den
Beneath the fox sleeps, but then;
He will wake at times and peak
Out to see Spring's promise keep
-yfp-
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