Fall of the Year November 8, 2005
Leaves falling from up high.
God whistling through a cool, brisk breeze.
Trees look like geriatric hands.
Fall's definitely arrived, my friend.
Dew dripping from the evergreens.
The birds migrate South.
The little furry ones surreptiously sleep.
All the people wear jackets, gather around
To celebrate the arrival of the equinox.
The kickoff is a stealer of breaths on the weekends.
Men go on turkey hunts while their families gather for a feast.
It's the prelude to the nibblings of Jack Frost.
The fall of the year is in full swing.
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