Acorns
Autumn aromas.
Apple crisp,
pumpkin spice,
cinnamon cider,
Watch out, a spider!
Crisp air and cozy coming.
Chestnuts roasting,
marshmallow toasting,
turkey roasting, host boasting.
Oak branches cover their little brown spinning beginnings.
Solid trees regal and strong,
two of them hold an owl’s song,
outdoors: orange, yellow, brown,
fluttering
down.
Raking.
Reading,
reflecting,
red delicious eating.
Nippy nature walks.
Napping.
November moon, are you ready?
Winter soon.
Scratchy scarecrows sneak through spooky corn mazes.
Scenic foliage,
campfire blazes.
Copyright © Marikate Kingston | Year Posted 2023
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