fall tells its stories . in beautiful tragedy . with few surprises
when the leaves are gone the berries are left to dry the cycle resets
autumn colors burn hottest in the week before we set our clocks back
it is never not coffee weather, but autumn is always more so
i know it’s coming . but until i see pumpkins . it isn’t autumn
the cool autumn air brings change that some will embrace and others will curse
in the autumn fog the city’s sounds are muffled quiet in the grey
in later autumn before the snow, a quiet beauty starts to show
leaves on the sidewalk from different trees will be swept by the same broom
a walk in autumn is more rewarding than at any other time