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Windblown rain drops,
pelt the glass pane,
as water trickles,
down the window frame.

Quick grow the shadows,
beneath the tree,
as the Sun slowly,
sinks into the Sea.

What a feeling there is,
at the ocean shore,
as the sound of Gulls,
make me want more.

Grandiose Firs,
reach for the sky.
Stretching limbs
to heavens, up high.

Maple trees, more than 100 years old,
majestic as they aged,
foliage all gold.

The weather is cool,
no rain in sight,
which means,
it will rain tonight.

When clouds race up above,
with rain drops, cool weather,
it's time to go where it's warm
to watch football together.

Short bursts of wind,
leaf burdened limbs,
fallen leaves,
up to your knees.

Come talk to me, please do.
When you are near,
it's time to review,
if you can now hear.

All of the words,
passing through trees,
like knives through sheets,
of a soft cheese.

What are the words,
you continue to spread?
They're happy words,
alive or some dead.

Warm air, suddenly cooled,
humidity has turned to dew.
Branches shaking, as leaves fall,
what clothes to wear, if any, at all.

The sky was grey,
not the blue, we know.
A dull, grey day, with
a beautiful sunset show.

Rustled the wind,
at break of day,
strong are the gusts,
guiding your way.

A single leaf clings,
to the branch of a tree.
Hanging, alone,
so precariously.

Light rays reflecting,
from windowpane,
splattered with a,
cool Fall rain.

Leaf colors
starting to change,
now are wet,
a shiny color range.