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NATURE'S BEST

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Seasons Index Autumn Poems

The autumn sun shines on a tree,

    Caressing ripening fruit.

Apples sunbathe in its warmth

    Each in its rosy suit.

 

In glory, hanging from its branch,

    Adorned in nature’s best,

A tempting apple sits and waits

    And surely it has guessed -

 

Its growing season’s now complete:

      Its redness says that’s true;

And, juicy apples have appeal

     To me and also you.

 

A human hand approaches it,

    A human eye as well,

Lured by the memory of this fruit,

    Its colour, taste and smell.

 

This scrumptious fruit is gently placed

     In a small girl’s tiny hand

And what to do with this sweet fruit?

      Oh yes, she’ll understand.

 

Her teeth crunch through the rosy skin;

    Her tongue tastes juices sweet,

And, bite by bite, the apple’s gone,

    Its life for sure complete.

 

The autumn winds blow strong and cold;

    The summer’s gone, that’s clear -

But the tree promises more juicy fruit

    Will grow again next year.

 

 

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AUTUMN POEMS

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