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KNOWING
Listening to the wind
whistling through the trees,
seeing masses of brown foliage
floating toward the ground.
Feeling chills in the air,
zipping my jacket up high,
realizing summer has passed,
knowing, cold nights are near.
Smiling, memories surface
of past Halloween nights
my fun trick or treating,
a special time in my life.
Of all the seasons we have,
I choose Autumn
its golden colors,
and holiday spirits in the air.
Ralph L. Clark ©
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