Anything But Routine
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Autumn begins with a September chill;
when Jack Frost colors canopies of green.
And you will no longer require sunscreen;
although Summer's waning warmth lingers still.
Gold, scarlet, and orange dapple the trees;
juxtaposed by scarecrows in muddy fields.
My garden, stripped of the bounty it yields,
attracts far fewer butterflies and bees.
Children take up jumping into leaf piles;
the Fall air, ringing with laughter and joy.
And it's more fun than playing with a toy;
as evident by ubiquitous smiles.
October's a time for celebration;
giving thanks for the bounty of the land.
And more than other seasons, Autumn's grand;
a tribute to Death through coloration.
October ends its reign on Halloween;
when in disguise, kids ask strangers for treats.
And carving pumpkins, masks, and ghosts from sheets;
Halloween is anything but routine.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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