Trees bend to the will off the air

Moving gently without a care.

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Softly rustling and tussling not a tout 

A mere whisper as they move about.

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Cool breeze through the trees has its say

Early suggestions of winter as it may.

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Leaves suddenly turn, and fall to the ground

As they do, hardly making a single sound.

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Yellows, tans, oranges and reds 

Flow like feathers above our heads.

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No bugs around the forest deep 

Early entering a seasons long sleep.

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A chimney smokes and fills the air 

A sweet-rich scent beyond compare.

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The sky in fall is a different kind of blue

All who like up know that it’s true.

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Not much time left, sunshine’s shorter 

Winter happens in less than a quarter.

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Leaves cover the ground so much 

That every step results in crunch.

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As it darkens, I tire, and venture home

For hot apple cider to warm my bones…

-AAA 09/04/2024