Autumn arrives with a blast of cold air

On our arms and face.

Soon the warmth of summer will go,

Leaving hardly a trace.

 

Magical days of baseball games

And eating steak on the grill

Fade in the hallways of memory

When fierce comes the chill  

Of Autumn winds rattling the trees

And turning green leaves  to color,

Rich hues of red, orange, and gold,

That end up raked in a cluster.

 

A walk in the trees in Fall,

Reminds us life can change.

With every day that passes,

Something gets rearranged.

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