Autumn days dawn dull

Bright leaves glow gold on grey sky

Musty smells abound.

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More to follow... (tomorrow?)

-- tricia the Canuck (jayles@telusplanet.net), October 05, 2001

Answers

Lightning on the wind

And the smell of new blown dust

Night clouds hurry on

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Awnings dripping rain

Droplets of dusty silver

Drumming in the dark

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Metronome for frogs

In new fallen leaves singing

Summer's past rain song

-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), October 05, 2001.

Small birds hide in trees

Chirping and singing their joy

Chick-a-dee-dee-dee

-- Tricia the Canuck (jayles@telusplanet.net), October 07, 2001.

Lon, you're showing me up... speaking true poetry!

-- Tricia the Canuck (jayles@telusplanet.net), October 07, 2001.

Cold, crisp, fall morning.
Leaves falling and birds feeding.
War doesn't change THEM.

-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), October 08, 2001.