by Peg Fisher
ere's an autumn poem!" declared Storyteller. "Listen!"
Leaves fall gently in the wind,
Sweep and sway and swirl,
Dance around my feet again,
Crisp and crunch and curl.
Rake them high into a pile
Dive right in, I gotta smile!
Stop and watch the clouds a while -
Through the sky they whirl.
Take my leaves to garden plot,
Mulch with every bit I got!
Through the winter, nourish earth.
New leaves grow with spring's rebirth.
"And because this is the season of plenty, here's another one:"
Days grow shorter, wind turns chill,
Maples blaze along the hill,
Autumn's here again.
Wood smoke wisps from chimney stack,
Look, the geese are coming back!
Autumn's here, my friends.
Gather now around the fire,
Share a song, and build it higher!
Autumn's here again, my friends,
Autumn's here again.
"And while we're at it," she said, "let's have a story too."
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