signs of autumn
golden leaves descend
whispers in the crisp cool air
autumn’s breath is near
chill winds kiss the earth
whispers through the barren trees
fall’s quiet descent
crisp air fills the night
harvest moon in glowing grace
Autumn's final breath
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