Autumn leaves cover the ground.

In colors of orange and red.

They crunch under our feet.

Crinkle to all they meet.

Snow will soon blanket them.

Soothe them with frosty kisses.

Remnants of summer gone by.

Beacons for Old Man Winter.

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