My Childhood Autumn
Cool air and fading sunshine,
hard cracked ground and
brown grass wilting,
warm colors spreading
through the trees like wildfires,
painting leaves golden hues
of red and orange.
The air is crisp and calm,
absorbing the scents and sounds
of a quieter season,
as birds slowly stop singing
and the summer cicadas' penetrating,
rhythmic mating calls fade...
Nothing beats coming back
to the home of my childhood
and feeling autumn the same way
I did as a little girl.
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