Fall

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by Henbit-Deadnettle

by Henbit-Deadnettle

Fall.

Fall to me

Is, and may always be,

So hard to explain,

But I love it,

I do.

It’s not just the colors,

Though they have so much charm,

And it’s not just the cool,

You-can-do-anything air.

It’s the feeling,

I guess;

That’s the reason I love it so.

It’s the simple being of it

That makes me smile.

Such good feeling it brings

With its sunflowers and pumpkins

And fire-colored leaves.

It feels good to it’s very

Orange, warm heart.

It has always been kind to me,

Fall has.

It is my most favorite season,

The time when everything suddenly tries to be as much

Alive

As they can be,

Before winter comes

And they have to be put to sleep.