Autumn Tints And Autumn Hints

Autumn Tints And Autumn Hints

September winds bring Autumn's tints,
Scattered in each tree,
At her imminence she hints,
Here for all to see.

Gold is sprinkled all around,
A wealth of magic hue,
Winds of restlessness abound,
Colours, rich and new.

Her fingers touch the air with chill
To let us know she's there.
Enjoy her prescence, if you will,
The lass with chestnut hair.

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