Shh!
Be quite do you hear that?
The sounds of the season’s change?
The silence of a cool Fall breeze,
and the crackling of the midnight freeze.
Morning frost on the frozen ground.
Leafs’ a rage of color as you look around.
The squawk of geese as the sun starts to set.
The temperature drops, and nights grow long.
Air crisp and fresh as you draw in into your lungs,
Filled with the smells of Fall.
Shh!
Did you hear that?
The sounds of a season change.
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