The Autum Chill
The Autum Chill
J. H. Bays
Autum was coming
Winning it's race
Leaves changing colors
The Wind cutting my face
Falling to the Ground
Yellow and Maroon
Crushed Underfoot
Under you
Night came early
Closer everyday
Lights in the Windows
Projecting my stay
Warmpth becomes scarce
Long sleeves drape around
Autum's Chill has arrived
Autum's Chill spreads around town
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