Mid-October rises like heat, staying close
To the walls of a late summer sun,
Not wanting to let go to the breeze
Coming from the north, let it come.
Let the orange hues emerge to light
The paths of Autumn treads, fading
Leaves decorate the ground, confetti
Of a season, muted beauty abating.
Here at last, a taste of Autumn -
Butternut, acorn, pumpkin, spices
Invigorate and encapsulate a season
Of harvest and plenty of nature's devices.
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