I cannot tell you how I feel when autumn comes —
 I cannot tell you yet I’ll try to.

 When I first begin to see the colors change
 from various shades of green
 to red and purple
 yellow and brown
 beige and pink —
 when I see the leaves begin to drop
 even when the wind is still —
 and when the breezes blow
 how they scatter ‘round my feet
 across the road and everywhere around —
 when I see the branches growing bear
 and feel the chilly air of morning
 penetrate the clothes I wear
 I reacquaint myself
 with what I thought I’d never welcome
 when last winter lingered far into the spring.
 But now that fall has come
 I embrace it with a passion —
 a friend who pays its annual homage to the earth.

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