Autumn’s ablaze,
Artfully arranged,
Attracting attention and applause.
Assembling an attractive
and alluring aroma.
Admiring audiences,
Are amazed,
At an auspicious array.
Assuring an amiable atmosphere,
As August ambles along.
An appreciation,
An affirmation,
At Autumn’s abundance.
Awestruck and anxious,
As an annual adventure advances,
And alas, abates.
Awaiting another awakening.
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