The river sparkles clear and bright.
Burbling o'er stones of chalky white.
Meandering through the birchwood glade.
While autumn leaves downward cascade.
The violent wind has won her way,
the canopy's all toss and sway.
The leaves fall down like winter snow,
greens and golds and russet tones.
Beside the beck they line the way
with crunching crackling leaves...so gay!
But rain drops now begin to glisten,
pittering and pattering while you listen.
Leaves turn darker, brown and flat,
and soggier now they form a mat
that slickens in the underwood
as rain pours down from up above.
The stream's meniscus starts to take
the dripping droplets as they make
ever widening circles on the surface of the water.
Wild, wet and windy is Autumn's daughter!
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