Autumn

Bake in the sun.

Chill in the shade.

Note the breeze swaying the trees,

change on the wind.

A sprig of gold leaves stand out among green,

autumn among summer,

the faint whisper of the season to come.

The season that beds down the land for winter…

winter, the season of secret, resting growth.

Come in your perfect, unpredictable timing, Autumn,

and tuck us in with woolen quilts.

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