I found this poem while cleaning out old notebooks and it just struck me. Figured with autumn truly setting in, this was a perfect time to share it 💛
Listen to the rain.
The pitter patters
Of a cloud in tatters.
Fall has come again.
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Watch the leaves swirling.
Colorful scraps that descend
And at your feet find their end.
Fall is round you curling.
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Taste the sweet cider.
The harvest has provided
And round the table lay divided.
Fall spreads the wider.
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Smell the poignant hay.
In bales is it packed
And on the truck stacked.
Fall upon the fields lay.
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Feel the warm blaze.
At your fingertips is raised
And all else becomes hazed.
Fall weaves its maze.
Writer Rae Graham 