Made By Me Thursday

I have joined a Thursday Made by me blog and this is my contribution.                                          

As aging summer spreads her hands

To catch the falling leaves,

She turns them into wondrous shades,

The  autumn patterns she weaves.

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To make them whisper and to shake

She  gently blows them round

Allowing sun to glint on gold

As they flutter to the ground.

 The floor is now a carpet of bronze

An amazing sight to behold

The artists pallet could not improve

As onward the season rolls.