Walking at dawn's break I felt
A touch of fall in mellow breeze;
A whiff of chill and azure skies,
Of goldenrod and scarlet leaves.
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Walking at dawn's break I felt
A touch of fall in morning breeze;
A hint of chill and azure skies,
Of goldenrod and scarlet leaves.
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A Touch Of Fall (Revised)
Walking at dawn's break I felt
A touch of fall in mellow breeze;
A whiff of chill and azure skies,
Of goldenrod and scarlet leaves.
Piquant pumpkin, nutmeg spiced,
Cider drawn from frosty press,
The scent of pine and cedar fires,
Dying oat fields mown and threshed.
Like fog rolls off the cooling soil,
So blows in rest, when rest is due;
And spring and summer's sweaty toils
Are stories shared by harvest moon.