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Autumn
Autumn.
Dried leaves falling. Flying. Dropping to the ground below.
Rakes. Rakes to round up piles of brown, lifeless, flaky leaves.
Trees. Trees no longer green. Green is just a memory.
Orange. Red. Yellow. Autumn colors reign.
Scents. Flowery scents change to pumpkin spice.
Time. Time is changing. Changing our clocks.
Days. Days are darker. Faster. Colder.
Autumn. Metamorphosis. Change. It's here.
Dried leaves falling. Flying. Dropping to the ground below.
Rakes. Rakes to round up piles of brown, lifeless, flaky leaves.
Trees. Trees no longer green. Green is just a memory.
Orange. Red. Yellow. Autumn colors reign.
Scents. Flowery scents change to pumpkin spice.
Time. Time is changing. Changing our clocks.
Days. Days are darker. Faster. Colder.
Autumn. Metamorphosis. Change. It's here.
Published 24th Oct 2022
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24th Oct 2022 7:18pm
Hi, raking those leaves, a never ending task.
But, you've got some lovely pictures painted
here in your Autumn colours.
But, you've got some lovely pictures painted
here in your Autumn colours.
24th Oct 2022 8:08pm
Thanks! It's quite a lovely season. The cold weather is not my favorite, though. LOL!
