Falling leaves
Falling leaves
Wind whistling lightly
Autumn brings
A tapestry reminding
Summer to lay its head
down to rest
Mornings give our lungs
First cloud of breath
Night holds the chill
Until morning breaks
Sun shines
Yet the temperature stays
Crisp as the air
Lifts to the skies
Spirit on the wind
Like our breath
Help us realize
Autumn is almost here.
09/04/25
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