Little brown hurricanes cover the ground circling, crinkling, laughing as my shoes distract them from their path to nowhere The crisp wind tangles my hair and chills my fingers and nose just enough to remind of sweet hot chocolate and pumpkin patch treks Sparkling blue skies against the warm tones of drowsy tress, preparing for their winter slumber Children playing in the schoolyard Bundled crowds cheering their team Autumn is the time for smiles of the heartBirth sign: Virgo
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