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I am every single leaf, quivering on a tree,
The time has come again for my colors to fade away.
I will succumb, willingly, to the force of gravity,
Knowing that I will be reborn anew some other day.
I am every tree, ready for my long winter’s rest,
I yawn and stretch my branches, shedding Summer.
The snow and wind and rain with put me to the test,
Yet, I will dream sweetly on the landscape so somber.
I am the dervishes of leaves that travel hither and yon,
You try to capture me and fill the air with my scents.
Fires are needed so that I can continue to go on,
Burning away the old, and dispersing the past essence.
Memories of every past Autumn return with a single trigger.
Bonfire Nights.
Pumpkin Delights.
Costumed Tricksters.
Apple Pickers.
Visible Breath.
Shadow Depth.
Ghostly Tales.
Hayride Bales.
Thinning Veil.
Magic Ale.
Leaves Disturbed.
Scarecrows Rooted.
Harvest Complete.
Death’s Retreat.
Autumn is a time of magic and wonder,
All the other seasons pale to compare.
Beliefs and fears are torn asunder,
As we explore the shadow-lands, unaware.
Light your jack-o-lantern, and see into the unexplained,
Where the imagination is temporarily unrestrained.
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