Autumn is my time
I love it.
Not for me the fierce
Glare of summer.
Give me autumn
And I will give you thanks.
The moment starts when
The leaves begin to fall
One moment they are
Green and holding fast
Then without warning
They are turning
Golden, red and brown
And are at our feet
Glorious to jump in
Leaves
Don’t you agree?
This is a joy that should
Never be confined to
The young.
Try it.
Shuffle through some
Tomorrow
Jump in them
If you still can!
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