The smells of pumpkin spice and cinnamon apple.
The taste of a Pumpkin Spice Latte
Hiding behind my crimson red lips.
Children parading about as every creature and thing known and unknown to man,
Bags held open for strangers to throw candy in.
A light peacoat and knee highs are my costume,
My Doc Martens pressing against the fallen leaves.
Colors of red and orange bring forth the day,
Gusts of wind pushing my hair back.
It does account for very long where I live,
Seeing as how the snow comes so soon
And stays for so long.
But alas, my favorite season is here!
Good day, my autumn season!
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