Changing Seasons
Cool morning air…
First sweater worn this year.
The seasons are changing.
Summer’s dying…Fall is here.
Busy raking the leaves
And burning them at day’s end.
Smelling the crispy smoke
Watching the signals it sends.
Fall is welcome.
The heat of summer’s gone.
The cool air is refreshing,
In the early morning dawn.
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