fall

Wed, 09/24/2014 - 23:28 -- gb12197

It’s about the season,

The colorful leaves,

like I always dream,

It makes me smile for no reason.

 

The crisp outdoor air,

Cut pumpkins everywhere,

Cider being warmed,

I’m happy I’m sure.

 

Its fall, it’s autumn.

I am so happy it’s finally here.

Everything I love is coming,

I’ve been waiting all year.

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