Poem: Waiting for Autumn
Waiting for autumn
where the sun's rays
do not scorch the earth
they pull back a bit
to warm, but not burn
And the air becomes cool
crisp like a red apple
in season.
Campfires crackle
we wear sweaters
curl up under cozy blankets
hot chocolate
and tart cider
hayrides and pumpkins
leaves crunch under your feet.
The earth prepares
to go to sleep
the dark encroaches
earlier and earlier
cold winds blow
to usher in the last dregs
of the old year.
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