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Poetry Corner: Rainbows of Autumn

As I walk by myself

I see the Rainbows of


Colors so different from spring.

The beauty of delicate


Has turned to bushes that cling.

Most often in shades of brown.

Grass once green now crunches

As the tenderness of beautiful growth

Has turned yellow, withered and died.

The stately arch above us

Bends with the wind,

And covers us with a blanket of

Red, bronze and orange.

The Rainbow of Autumn

Ii too, will soon be gone,

Leaving our part of the world.

Covering us in a rainbow

of mysterious white.

Rainbows of mystery of God and nature.

Judy Seppo of Duluth