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Leaves are turning brown
Then red and gold
The wind blows them to the ground stripping Trees bare
The air is colder now thoughts of summer past
I feel the Autumn as it comes
Bringing the fruits
Ripening slowly
Thoughts of childhood
Mother boiling jams
Jars full of fruit
Oven baking pies
I always hated the Autumn
It meant the end of summer
But now I see it as it is
The opening of natures larder
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