Poetry By, J. M. Lilin
Can you not imagine how wonderful it must be to be Autumn?
To own that name and be the wonderful season that spreads the land.
Spring has an organized fresh start.
While summer may bring the sun and tiny white daisies.
Winter brings ice and stiffness, but autumn has a certain different taste.
Oh, the Autumn sun warming us with knitted sweaters.
Summer roses gone away and leaving us to be with the crisp, warm colors.
A harvest moon over pumpkin patches and wide grins.
Endless tufts of wind filled to the brim with the scent of comfort.
A fox crowned with fire, warming the hearts around.
Diamond shapes have fallen in red and orange, going away from their mothers.
Coming about the paved paths, at our feet, strewn down and dancing.
Bidding farewell, as they make their way down the October path.
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