Wind chimes now tinkle in a rising cadence,
As doors shudder and creak,
More leaves twirl lazily to a leaf-carpeted garden,
As a cool autumn breeze whispers aloud,
Winters’ coming around!
The sun now rises lower every morn,
And evening shadows gather early,
The warmth of bright sunny days,
Feels like a fading memory,
As hot chocolate overtakes iced tea!
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There is a chill in the air, but I don't care Because Anita will make me warm, with her poetry and her charm