The cool misty morning
The fog descends
A chill stirs
As autumn begins
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The dew dries up
With the summer heat
The orange leaves
Crunch under my feet
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Loose dresses
Turn to woolen sweaters
This time of the year
Everything gets better
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Baked goods
Warm drinks
Just soak the dishes
In the kitchen sink
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Take it slow
Nowhere to go
Sit on the couch
And watch a show
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Apple ciders
And pumpkin spice
Linger in the air
Through autumn's night
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My garden shrivels
The weeds die down
Nothing left to do
But meander the town
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Open windows
Rain rushes in
Light my candles
Evenings about to begin
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The things unfinished
This summer season
Doesn’t seem to matter
It has no reason
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Soon the bright hues
Will turn to white
Another season
To just sit tight
About the Creator
Amy
Writer of my thoughts and emotional babble. Storytelling is my hobby.


Comments (2)
I love the imagery & was whisked into the heart of autumn; the love the colours of the leaves, and yes—how they crunch under my feet.. and lots of staying in and binge watching Netflix dramas. Lovely poem. 🍁
So wonderful your words took me there 🍁🍂🍂🍁