The night skies now are clear and cold,
They’re misty with each dawn,
While autumn’s breathing down my neck
And winter's coming on.
I love the season’s changing face,
Its cool breath on my hair.Anticipating what comes next,
Excitement in the air.
The afternoon warms late born fruit
That frosts with morning dew,And when the air turns crisp with snow
I smile and think of you….
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