Fall is right around the corner…”Fingers of Fire”

Fall fills the air with the scent of burning leaves,

a brittle and rotting heap, soon the eyes begin

to weep.  Crackling like sparklers on a holiday

night, the fire becomes an attraction, a child’s

delight.

Fingers of fire will make the yard once again

Clean, while the trees are defrocked and the

bare limbs gleam.  Months will pass before

new buds of green, nothing to fear it is

just another season that will soon become

serene.

The holidays will soon be here, with relatives

and friends arriving from far and near.  Away

With the old splendor, and in, with what the

magical scents of the holidays will bring, that

goes too quickly and once again it will

be spring.

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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