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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This morning I found Autumn standing at the front door carrying a suitcase made entirely of leaves. Not knocking. Simply waiting, as old friends do, certain of welcome. A leaf rested on the welcome mat, its stem carefully aligned like a calling card. The visitor carried no fanfare of color, no whirlwind of leaves. Instead, there came the scent of apples stored in darkness, woodsmoke rising from unseen chimneys, and the faint chill of distant hills already surrendering their green. When I opened the door, Autumn smiled. A breeze entered first. Then a skein of geese stitched itself across the morning sky. The porch asters brightened. An acorn appeared on the top step. Somewhere beyond the yard, a field released its last crickets. By afternoon, the visitor had settled quietly into the house. I found traces everywhere: a russet leaf beside the staircase, a yellow feather on the windowsill, a *maple key resting by the sugar bowl. By evening, shadows lengthened; Autumn opened a suitcase woven entirely of leaves. From it spilled the fragrance of September rain, the gold of harvested fields, the silver cry of migrating birds, the first frost waiting just beyond the horizon. Last of all, the season withdrew a small ledger and began, carefully, to account for the year~ not its triumphs, not its failures, only the moments worth keeping~ the rose that flowered longer than expected, a friend's laughter carried across a garden, the moon above the porch roof, the ordinary mornings that proved, without announcement, to be precious. Long after sunset, Autumn remained beside the front door, patiently gathering the scattered leaves of memory before winter arrived.
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