As autumn whispers through the sky
The trees with weeping leaves do cry
Longing for that summer sun
That brought a joy to everyone
Now alas the year in haste
Has no more time in which to waste
For creatures now both large and small
Will heed the song of natures call
Some to sleep and dream away
While others gather without delay
The last of flowers in display
Will coax the insects all their way
Then in the shortness of each breath
As evening chills begin their test
I close the door and sit before a fire.
PTT
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