Like a fresh, crisp apple,
The air invites me to take a bite
As I walk upon the Joseph’s coat of
Leaves strewn across the path.
The summer’s heat has cooled
As fruits of the laborers’ sweat
Are harvested.
The birds pass overhead
Flying to tropical sites far away
As butterflies search frantically
For the season’s last drop of nectar.
The days are clear, warm
The nights, cool, full of stars,
Invite open windows.
Autumn provides reflection
Of the year’s struggles and rewards.
We dance furiously in dreadful fear
Of the coming winter months.
Hoping we have harvested
Enough to carry us through
The bitter cold ahead.
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