Autumn came without a warning.
Sweater matched with summer shoes
Milk the last of summertime, who’s
Steamy grip has finally slipped
And let in autumn’s tingly nip.
Walk to farmer’s market square
The squash and herbs and seeds are there,
And with a parcel for my pay,
I head back home, to tuck away
Again to blankets soft and worn,
To block against the chilly morn.

Hope you have a great day!

small autumn tree image here
Christina A. Nelson {Poem Author}

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You are listening to
"Autumn Leaves" Midi
(Joseph Kosma)
This is a much-recorded popular song.
Originally it was a 1945 French song "Les feuilles mortes"
(literally "The Dead Leaves")
with music by Hungarian-French composer Joseph Kosma
and lyrics by poet Jacques Prévert,


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