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Autumn brings with it the smell of a changing season, leaves turning colour and falling to the ground. One of my favourite poems is "Indian Summer" by William Wilfred Campbell. In grade school we did memory work and  this was one I remembered easily. I've always liked the pictures it evokes and the rhythm of the lines. Along the line of smoky hills The crimson forest stands... Read more here . Now I'll share my own poem that speaks of the season: Autumn Autumn weaves itself into summer nights ushers in cool air the first chance it gets changes greens to splendid reds and yellows nips the roses still in bud steals kisses from the sun Autumn whispers to migrating birds encourages squirrels to fill their homes with food Autumn slips in so skillfully that it’s hard to tell just when summer ended and autumn began All poetry shared here, unless otherwise noted, is my own work. http://www.carolynwilker.ca/