Days are getting shorter nights
are getting longer, the skies are
starting to fill the air with a chill
Gallently the birds are flocking thier
final fairwell, the hills are now losing
their color of life, but preparing for
the hues that bring thier world to
its final destination
Pumpkins are now starting to replace
the rose bushes the dainty pedals know
there is no longer any rebirth, the pumkin
is in harvest, time to move and give way
to the newcoming season, and say goodby
to the mellow air and warm breeze of summer……
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