Walk through the leaves
They make a happy, crispy sound
The wind picks them up
Then blows them, all around
Time to get out, warm fuzzy clothes
There's a chill in the air
Wrap them around you
Like a warm Teddy Bear
Yes, I would have to say
It is quite clear ....
Autumn is most definitely
A crispy, fuzzy time of the year
Enjoy the sound of happy crispies
And the feel of warm fuzzies!!!
Original Poem © 9/29/04 - Revised 10/22/11
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Kathryn Sunday Davis
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