Fall Comes Again

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.