10-21-2014, 07:09 AM
oh, damn, didn't get that one in fast enough
well, ok:
the winds of autumn chilly blow
not yet the whirling breath of snow
with leaves a crunching
and pumpkin pie munching
at least we don't have to mow
Autumn's falls of crunchy leaves,
leave stopped-up gutters on the eaves.
All Hallows' Eve, its tiny thieves;
reprieves our task, our dirty sleeves.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions