Autumn Leaves
You feel the wind blow though the air
A gentle lifting of your hair
You see a leaf fall . . .
It floats down to the ground
You can hear a crunching underneath
With each step beneath your feet
Another summer past
It’s autumn, at last
My favorite time of year
A camp fire with a sweat shirt
Crispness in the air
Late summer sun
The summer is done
But winter hasn’t come
It’s autumn . . .
My favorite time of year
You feel the wind blow
You see a leaf drop
You hear a crunch with each step
You taste the fall with each breath
And you can smell Autumn in the air
D. Carlson
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