Fall poem

Here is a poem for you from my darling daughter-in-law, Jeannine.

By Jeannine Burkholder

Colors bright fade to crunchy brown fallen under my feet
Pieces of happiness in chilled, blanketed days
With new books and pencils and new friends and old
And big yellow busses amid red and orange trees
As we kick brown mounds into piles and catapult ourselves

With warm cider and gingerbread by fires with love
Neighborhood monsters on candy highs prance down the street
And family gathers round cranberries and turkey and pumpkin pies
While trees drop their presents and carpet the walks
Into crunchy memories of pieces of home

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