Autumn
I look through my window,
as the leaves begin to fall down.
While heading outside to feel the cool breeze on my face,
I can smell the pumpkin spices from the kitchen.
Anticipating the nights to come,
while warming up next to the bonfires.
The excitment takes over as I am overjoyed
my favorite season is here.
Copyright © Lisa Mccall | Year Posted 2013
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