Autumn
Autumn comes in and the colors astound!
She shows up in a dress of golden-red brown.
Fragrances warm and spicy signal her wake,
The harvest moon shines over fields and the lake.
Time for spiced cider and sweet pumpkin pie,
Haystacks, and scarecrows and witches that fly.
Fall leaves burn brightly as we sit around
Bonfires and certainly football abounds.
Of all of the seasons I love autumn best,
Like the creatures in forests I long for my nest.
For what could be better than to be warm inside
When the chill night of winter makes autumn its bride.
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