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October Morning (poem by Bette A. Stevens)

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On nature walks, I often take a small pad and pencil and jot down word picture nuggets for my poems. ~Bette A. Stevens

October Morning

by Bette A. Stevens

North winds whisk the clouds away

Towering  trees in fall array

Purples, golds an firy reds

All throughout Maine’s forests spread

Brook’s a place where minnows play

Dart past leaves that drift and sway

Bluejays chat, expounding tales

Of summer past and coming gales

Starched white towers climb the sky

Reminding all that autumn’s nigh

 

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on 09/22/2012

Comments on: "October Morning (poem by Bette A. Stevens)" (2)

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    Bette A. Stevens said:
    09/30/2012 at 9:19 pm

    Thanks for the visit and the note, Linda! I’m planning a hike up Mount Battie in the Camden Hills with a friend who’s coming to visit from VA. The leaves are getting more lovely each day. Cheers! Bette

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    Bette A. Stevens said:
    09/27/2012 at 10:41 pm

    Thanks, Cindy. Hope your autumn is awesome! Bette

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