Fall
There is a chill in the air as the erie fog moves swiftly...
intertwining through the branches and leaves.
Twigs and debris are swiftly uprooted from there place of rest...
Many different shapes and sizes swirl around in a rainbow of red and yellow..
Fall has come.
The comings and going's are ever present but there is a delight of color.
The warmth is gone...but just for a time, to be replaced with the cold that is...
yet come.
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