The days grow shorter and there is
a coolness to the air.
Green leaves turn yellow and scarlett
Acorns fall from the trees much to the
Squirrels delight.
Apple season is here and I think about
my Mother's recipe for a pie.
The stores are already running Christmas ads
and rushing things as they always do.
I go to my closet and pull out my favorite
sweater.
I put it on and go to the stove to brew a
pot of tea.
Later I will walk amongst the fallen leaves
and listen as they crackle beneath my feet.
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