Leaving dripping in the fog
Their colors beginning to change
Although the sky dapple grey
Grass grows an emerald gem
The air cool and sharp
Nature’s sound track muted
Only the gentle pitter patter
sounds
The streets turned mirroresk
Chilled to the bone
I feel in tune, healthy
A spot of warm tea
Brings me back to life
Now is my favorite season
Immaculate weather
My ideal clothing
And great flavors
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