As the Autumnal chill
Encroaches on my still present Summer mind
I allow the new placement of the setting sun
And its earlier departure
To influence my being
Appetites currently change
As does the attire we now seasonally adorn
Colors presently rule the reposing limbs
That prior, had stretched
To touch the sun
While Autumn so sets
This region clearly redefines its lifestyle
We awaken to new scents of burnt brush
And the added pleasure
Of baked pies
Life, having adjusted,
Takes pleasure in the many various changes
As we settle into the new routines
Which remain ironic
As Winter fast approaches
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Great piece my friend,
We too seem to transform with the seasons, not only our attire but how we do things and when, we transform ourselves to adapt to the different moods and emotions the changing seasons bring as well!
This piece is truly a pleasure to read
Mmmm I love how descriptive this is. I can almost taste the.....pumpkin spice!!! I love this season. Witch season! 🧙♀️ 🪄 🔮 ✨️
baked pies seasons
December
santa bermuda
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