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Mother Autumn
The outside perfume rushes
through the open door,
reminding me of the season,
Fall is making home
upon the land.
Autumn blows her kisses
upon my cheeks, leaving
a cold chill to roll down
my back.
The trees bow their leafs,
as they slowly fall and
change color.
Mother autumn is no stranger
to the Meadows and Hill’s,
she visits once a year.
🍃🍂
through the open door,
reminding me of the season,
Fall is making home
upon the land.
Autumn blows her kisses
upon my cheeks, leaving
a cold chill to roll down
my back.
The trees bow their leafs,
as they slowly fall and
change color.
Mother autumn is no stranger
to the Meadows and Hill’s,
she visits once a year.
🍃🍂
Published 31st Oct 2018
Author's Note
This is my favorite time of year. I am very allergic to the sun's rays and my sweet so I suffer in the summer with rashes fever and itching.
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