Strolling
I walk through the raging red autumn leaves on the ground
I see empty trees reaching out like someone waking in the morning
As I walk I hear leaves crunch as if they are telling me their secrets
I feel the chilling zephyr reach through me into my bones
I walk and walk; birds fly high with a determination to leave
I smell the air and sense that snow is approaching
I soon feel a calm relaxation that puts me into a sort of waking slumber
Fall will be departing soon and winter will be blowing on in for a visit
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