My Favorite Season
As summer waves goodbye and begins to drift away..
Fall comes back from a trip and slowly makes its stay.
Cooler breezes invite themselves in at October’s door.
Just as September was just about o'er.
When it begins to cool my cats fur start to fluff!
Around their faces they look like lions with lots of tuft!
I smile to myself tonight; as I sit on the chilly cement porch.
My lions frolicked about even as I blew out the torch.
I close my eyes and listen to the slight breeze.
I can hear the limbs rustle up their leaves.
I open my eyes and look in the night sky.
Dark wispy clouds drift towards the moon; waiting on standby.
Leaves are cradled by the slight wind as they make their way down.
In my yard all kinds of leaves; of all colors are gingerly laying around.
Fall's gusty demeanor moves things about.
This is why fall is my most memorable season and why it stands out.
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