The morning has a crisp bite in the air.
The leaves are brilliant oranges, reds and golds,
a delightful feast for the eyes.
The smell of apples wafting across the breeze,
makes my mouth water in anticipation of a fresh apple pie and a mug of hot cider.
Children can be spyed playing on the school playground at recess,
their giggles floating to the ears of passersby.
The early hint of snow reminds of that summer has passed and winter will soon be upon us.
The harest moon has risen and the wheel of the year turns.
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