There is a crispness in the air,

It brushes my face so lightly.

A familiar scent floats about,

reminding me of falling leaves and sweet apples.

The sun doesn’t rise so high,

the indoors start to beckon, but the waning light calls me to explore.

The earth has begun to crackle with my step,

my heart flutters with the sound.

What beauty breaks from the heavy green land!

with Nature painting in a crescendo of colors.

So short does this last,

I don’t dare close my eyes.

Nature’s power holds me in stupor,

the season I love is here.


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