Falling leaves,
Amber and gold,
Crimson blankets,
On the forest floor.
Falling light,
Shorter days,
The sun sinks sooner,
Chill settles in.
Falling apples,
Heavy on branches,
Cider pressed,
Spice in the air.
Falling rain,
Soft against windows,
Fog clings low,
Grey mornings rise.
Falling stars,
Cold, clear skies,
A wish whispered,
As night deepens.
Falling moments,
Summer’s warmth,
Slips into memory,
As autumn takes hold.
Fall wraps us gently,
In fading colors,
A season of falling,
Yet everything grows still.
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