A short poem about my favorite season
Fallen leaves rustle at my feet:
Orange and yellow,
Moss and peat,
Babbling brooks,
Rocks and twigs,
Pine cones and brush,
Acorns and sprigs,
Fallen fences,
Bristling air,
Lingering wood,
Gathered shares.
Halloween night,
Children act crazed
‘neath the Harvest Moon
With pumpkins ablaze.
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