Autumn Begins Its Merry Dance

This is a re-write of a poem previously posted.

Autumn at the Mill

Bats dart and dive from attic cracks
And synchronize their attacks
With a Hunter’s Moon shining bright
Prey is stalked and caught in flight

Light fades and clouds advance
As autumn begins its merry dance
Those happy days of long ago

From days of old I remember
A sweet mellow September
Then October presents its share
At the Orchard Apple Fair

Trick or treat on All Hallows’ Eve
Golden leaves blow here and there
The smell of bonfires choke the air

Sensing change as the north winds blow
Hearing rushing water flow
At the mill the waterwheel whirls
In the meadow tall grass swirls

Those happy days of long ago
As light fades and clouds advance
Autumn begins its merry dance

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