Leaves dance crisply down the street;
Oklahoma Autumn at my feet.
In the trees and on the ground,
orange, yellow, red are found.
Birds are singing time to go,
Before the cool turns into snow.
Skies shine blue with sunshine bows.
Clouds like smoke signals take a stroll.
Children's cheeks are pink from play.
Oklahoma Autumn, my kind of day.
-Angela Tarrant
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