The Crayon Month

By Julia White

A rebus

Illustrated by Shauna Mooney Kawasaki

A brand new box of crayons that’s opened every year,

October is God’s gift to us when winter’s drawing near.

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Red apples in big bushels, brown acorns for squirrels to hide.

We bring home orange pumpkins for jack-o’-lanterns or pie.

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Black crows are in the cornfield. Gold wheat soon fills the barn.

Green leaves turn gold and purple. Plump cats sleep in the sun.

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Loud geese fly south across the moon; silver starlight paints the creek.

Pink cheeks greet chilly mornings; gray fog plays hide and seek.

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Marshmallows in my cocoa, white clouds in skies so blue—

I just love October! Don’t just love it, too?