Fall
A
Lovely
And bright
Beginning
To all things
Considered new
And bountiful
With crimson colors
And golden wishes
Falling at my feet
I dream of harvesting
The Long hidden dreams and
Visions of crisp and cozy
Nights with essence of pumpkin spice
And love which labors not, but lays
Easily near worn and tattered things
Unencumbered by lingering gazes
The beginning of a long sought Autumn
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