Fall Sunset
It's seven o'clock and the sun is setting.
It's my least favourite thing about fall.
Too soon it will be days so short
we wonder if they were there at all.
Already the leaves on the trees are turning.
Such colourful pinafores they wear.
Fall is the most beautiful season of all,
with so much beauty to share.
As I write, outside, the sky is changing
to its array of colours before bed.
The pinks and the golds and the purples
mixing in with the oranges and reds.
With the skies now darkening we bid adieu
to another glorious Fall day.
But once Autumn ends, if it's all the same to you,
could we skip right over to May.
23/09/2022
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