Fall
Autumn leaves that rustle by
The chill of icy winds,
Kids at play in bales piled high
The trees lost all but skin.
A blanket’s warmth draped around
Those chilled down to the bone,
A pumpkin’s smile without a sound
As moonlit boughs hath shone.
Leaves that dance down through the street
And wind that seem like screams,
Pull blanket’s tight and flannel sheets
As you drift off to dream.
Summer’s gone without a trace
The heat’s been burned away,
Chilly morn hath taken place
To reddened leaves at play.
This season is just borrowed time
As Winter bears its teeth,
Reminded by this simple rhyme
Our doors shall bear a wreath.
Caught betwixt the favored two
Which season holds most dear?
Cannot compare to what ensues
To both I shall adhere.
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