Giving Thanks
Auburn-gold leaves drop from the trees,
Frail the grey skies, waning the sun.
A seagull wheels it final glide
Night winds cloak the mute of evening
I hear echoes through the rooftops,
Flurries scaling down on pane.
Autumn brings kinfolks together
For warm approach of gratitude!
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