That first chill in the air -
something changes
with the first tide
of September winds.
The heat's last hold fades
not soon enough for the
watchers of season's change.
Eager for the colors to turn
and the dip into cool breezes
is a painful slow burn.
We crave the crisp mornings
and the orange-painted evenings,
pumpkin patch festivals
and corn maze adventures,
campfire stories and
lantern light hikes.
September's first tides
soon spell the coming
of camping and hay rides.
So come soon, cozy season,
don't pass quickly by,
bring your mystery
and soothing charm,
come quick
for harvest is nigh.

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Autumn Moods
PoetryPumpkin spice, apple ciders and campfires on chilly nights -- poetry and prose for the fall season.