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Sweater Weather
There's nothing much better
Than this cooler weather
We're having these days
With warm sunshine
Afternoons and crisp nighttime
Skies, starry and bright
Moon shining soft and white
Contrast
To leaves changing color
And pumpkin smiles that
Grin and grimace at each other
Where black cats prowl
In the shadows
Of what lies hiding
Imagination imagery
Makes the wind howl
Like the sweet tooth
Little old lady
Who behind closed doors
Makes something foul
Poisoned candy apples
For the house of horrors
You avoid walking past
Crazy witch cackles
In your memory, lasts
As the hands of time
Race by ticking fast
Drawing each day closer
Towards the darkness
Nights long and colder
Tasting like the blackened
Crisp marshmallow shell
Toasted in autumn's last
Clinging grasp to firelight
Gatherings, dance and ritual
The imprint forever impressed
Of that stolen hayride kiss
The breath catching moment
From love's s first swooning bliss
Of a night that's remembered
Occasionally from September
And on into November
Before the frost has a chance
To replace the warmth
Of nostalgic young romance
Found in dreamy green eyes
First seen beneath a canopy
Of orange and red
In the treetop skies
And now, today creates
A smile so similar
From the feelings
Fond and familiar
Felt in the cooler weather
Made by memories warm
And soft as my favorite
Fuzzy comfy sweater
Than this cooler weather
We're having these days
With warm sunshine
Afternoons and crisp nighttime
Skies, starry and bright
Moon shining soft and white
Contrast
To leaves changing color
And pumpkin smiles that
Grin and grimace at each other
Where black cats prowl
In the shadows
Of what lies hiding
Imagination imagery
Makes the wind howl
Like the sweet tooth
Little old lady
Who behind closed doors
Makes something foul
Poisoned candy apples
For the house of horrors
You avoid walking past
Crazy witch cackles
In your memory, lasts
As the hands of time
Race by ticking fast
Drawing each day closer
Towards the darkness
Nights long and colder
Tasting like the blackened
Crisp marshmallow shell
Toasted in autumn's last
Clinging grasp to firelight
Gatherings, dance and ritual
The imprint forever impressed
Of that stolen hayride kiss
The breath catching moment
From love's s first swooning bliss
Of a night that's remembered
Occasionally from September
And on into November
Before the frost has a chance
To replace the warmth
Of nostalgic young romance
Found in dreamy green eyes
First seen beneath a canopy
Of orange and red
In the treetop skies
And now, today creates
A smile so similar
From the feelings
Fond and familiar
Felt in the cooler weather
Made by memories warm
And soft as my favorite
Fuzzy comfy sweater
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