A calming presence,
Amidst the chaos,
As the sun peaks over the cathedral.
A taste of changing seasons,
Stimulate old memories.
With the hope to capture new ones,
While staying true to the old ones.
Glittered pumpkins,
Crunchy leaves,
And apple-cinnamon spiked cider excite.
Foliage, wither and die,
Preparing for the next phase.
I think I’ll take my time with this one.
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