The sod 'tis covered by straw...|
Late summer apples are on display~~
Smokes silver rings circle 'round bonfires crackling...
In an crisp air--brushed--touched--array;
Orange--russet leaves- curl themselves~~
With a most brittle snapping noise...
'Tis Autumn calling to Mother Earth...
In its most brisk Fall time voice;
Hearkening that Summer 'tis nearly o'er~~
As the Golden--Browns- now pave our way~
Down Summers oft' traveled cobbled lanes~
Of The Fall Of My Yesterday!
Welcoming In:' Autumn'
Its first day: Either the 21st or 23rd Of September
By Theodora Onken
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