The Season of Change
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As the long slow summer passes slowly into the coolness
of fall you feel a change blowing in on the northern breeze.
You can hear the noisy honking of south bound geese
as their cries mix with the roaring cheers of a football game.
The smell of pumpkin spice this or pumpkin spice that floats
upon the breeze along with squeals of young children
carving their first jack-o-lantern of the season.
It seems that the world round about us has burst forth into
a flurry of activity before the cool breezes become bitter
cold winds and nature settles down for a long winters sleep.
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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