“The Fall”
The changing of the seasons like the changing of the guard.
The leaves reveal their brilliance, they blanket our yard.
I feel it in the air on my skin and nose I smell.
The end of summer stories; no new ones to tell.
Harvest time, kitchens wait, as we now enter falls gate.
Passing of the seasons.
Reborn are new reasons.
Less of daylight less of sun bright.
More of dark and gloom.
Less of coolers and sandy beaches more of pumpkins and witches on their broom.
All things that go up in the spring and spend their summer tall.
Must now succumb to the winds of change
The leaves reveal their brilliance, they blanket our yard.
I feel it in the air on my skin and nose I smell.
The end of summer stories; no new ones to tell.
Harvest time, kitchens wait, as we now enter falls gate.
Passing of the seasons.
Reborn are new reasons.
Less of daylight less of sun bright.
More of dark and gloom.
Less of coolers and sandy beaches more of pumpkins and witches on their broom.
All things that go up in the spring and spend their summer tall.
Must now succumb to the winds of change
And do as always, fall.
~Joram Echeles
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