Autumn rolls in,
Dancing past my face.
Flowers wither in the chilled air,
Making a deathbed of leaves,
Autumn is here.

Autumn is here,
Oranges, browns and yellows.
Leaves crackle like fire,
Burning in maroon.
Autumn is leaving.

Autumn is leaving,
Frosting brown leaves.
Snow drifts down lightly,
Dying at ease.
Autumn is gone.

Autumn is gone,
No more will it breathe.
Sleeping under a blanket of snow,
With ice for its bed.
Winter is rolling in...

 
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