AUTUMN
The days are getting shorter
And the nights are longer.
The beaches are closed
No more sprinklers open on those very hot days
The children are in school now,
And its also football season.
The November winds chill my bones
Slumber comes to the bear and the groundhog
The landscape transforms from lush green
To an orange, red, and orange collage.
Squirrels scurry about gathering acorns
For the long winter ahead.
I look up and see geese flying south to warmer climes
I give thanks for a bountiful harvest
As the quiet settles in, I listen to the leafless trees
Whisper in the wind, “Take your rest!”
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