Season’s Autumn means to me so many different things. The most enchanting season of the year. It is the celebration of magic and mystery. Collecting leaves that have fallen to the ground, Making wreathes and decorations, Picking pine cones for the fireplace, Jack-o-lanterns, carving pumpkins and their patches. Sweet and savory treats, Ocher veins of autumns leaves, Picnic and outdoor hitches. Little ghouls, goblins and scary Halloween sites. Faces of little trick-or-treaters And harvest magic colors. A time the woods become a grand paradise of brilliant colors, As the forest undergo a magical transformation, As you feel the cool breeze in the evening time. Fruits, vegtables and nuts, All prepared and gathered for the coming feast. In store of celebrating the holidays. As the world transforms to the unmasking Of the sunlight hours getting shorter. And plants cut back in growth. It is the mystical time of relaxation And enjoyment of a full year coming to an end. As the season turn And one analyzes life’s beautiful moments. The night becoming longer So we can appreciate personal outcomes. Granting us time to open our eyes And be thankful for what we have. Reaching out and loving each In order to be free. Written: September 25, 2000Birth sign: Sagittarius
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