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Is It Autumn
Is it autumn, when silence has come to a lonely lakeshore? Throngs of reveling summer tourists are flocking here no more. Is it autumn, the water's sitting still in the swimming pool? The rowdy children have gone, unhappily, back to their school. Is it autumn, when the blooming gladiolus have been lost? Tonight, the garden's bounty will be bitten by our first frost. Is it autumn, do golden cornstalks hang heavy with their yield? The farmer has a scarecrow propped, out standing in his field. Is it autumn, the pumpkins have no orange spattered 'round them? Their deep green color is fading now, up near the browning stem. Is it autumn, the farmer has left his apple orchards bare? The spiced aroma of baking pies goes drifting on the air. Is it autumn, when the gathering geese ready to fly south? Two neighbors saw them yesterday, I have heard, by word of mouth. Is it autumn, with dying leaves turning shades of rust and red? The maple tree's timbers brave the wind as they begin to shed. Is it autumn, with ever shrinking sunsets and chilly nights? There comes a whiff of warm woodsmoke as the first fire alights. Is it finally the day when autumn will at last arrive? Twelve months ago was a long, long time to wait to feel alive! Date - 8/26/2022 (15 syllables per line)
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