Rustling leaves under the rake
Aroma of pie in the oven to bake
Change in the wind, brisk on my face
Leaves skip the street - running a race
Pumpkins and gourds, the Sun's tilted rays
School bells and scarecrows, much shorter days
Hello to Fall that came so fast
Goodbye to Summer, a season of past
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
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