Sounds of the Season (a poem)

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Sounds of the Season
A poem by Dr. Angi

Crunch, crackle, swoosh,
Ruffle, crinkle, crunch.
Fallen leaves,
Frost kissed grasses,
and then the snow.

Crunch, crackle, swoosh,
Ruffle, crinkle, crunch.
Brisk breezes
creating a wonderful
dance in nature
as it blows.

Crunch, crackle, swoosh,
Ruffle, crinkle, crunch.
The footsteps of both
adults and children
are quite apparent.

Crunch, crackle, swoosh,
Ruffle, crinkle, crunch.
Fall has fell and
winter is nearing
without deterrent.

Crunch, crackle, swoosh,
Ruffle, crinkle, crunch.
Soon, we will be hearing
tinkling, ringing, jingle bells.

Crunch, crackle, swoosh,
Ruffle, crinkle, crunch.
Holly days and holy days
approach with their
enchanting spells.

Crunch, crackle, swoosh,
Ruffle, crinkle, crunch.
Love and joy will fill
every person’s heart,
As the magic of Christmas
transforms the year’s end
with a brand new start.

Crunch, crackle, swoosh,
Ruffle, crinkle, crunch.

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©2017 by A. K. Orobko

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