Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Autumn

The trees are tired of summer.

They shyly begin to show their hidden colors

In advance of approaching winter and

Their autumnal deciduous dump.

The skies today are Navy grey;

Rain is coming.

The leaves will be wet and heavy.

Unpack your sweaters and sweats.

It’s that time again.

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