12/3/2025 for Seasons Poetry Contest sponsored by Joseph May
Please call me Autumn; call me Fall. Light Summer is gone. I am here. My amber leaves make you recall someone special you once held dear. Beautiful, but melancholy, please call me Autumn; call me Fall. Summer's carefree, reckless folly surrenders to my gloomy pall. It's now my time to come and call. Bid farewell to Summer's warm kiss. Please call me Autumn; call me Fall. I'll remind you of one you miss. As dead leaves from branches depart, drifting slowly from trees so tall, I'll help you feel your broken heart. Please call me Autumn; call me Fall.
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