Poetry: The Squirrel

by Liam

With summer fled and autumn storm comes hope,

This golden leaf, no longer green but free, spins, dancing in the skies.

Each tree’s trunk echoes to the summer past, stretches up, grope’s.

To us, we see this beauty cast and fall in love with autumn eyes.

From Birch and Beech, each and every blade now tries to flee,

The leaf of morning cool with moisture now touches me.

The happy swallows cheep, their young now gone, way south to sun,

While bushy-tailed, the squirrel scrambles free,

His quirky eyes to gather nuts in secret heaps for days to come.

I turn to me and gaze with wondrous brow,

A million miracles all around, but how?

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