poetry, writing


It’s still in the eighties, autumn come soon.

I want to pull out cozy sweaters

And lace up my Merrill boots.

We don’t get the piles of leaves here,

But I hope soon for a slight chill in the air.

Time to bake and cook fall favs,

Cinnamon and nutmeg and cloves too,

Vanilla, apples, and maybe pumpkin for you.

Days grow shorter and nights grow longer.

It even means time to get out for walks,

Finally the heat will break away and

Sweat no longer soaks through.

Autumn, Autumn, please come soon!

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