Is there anything left to be said about Fall?
Poets have probably written it all.
But still the leaves blaze in the Sun's lowered rays.
The season returns every year for more praise.
Does anything lovely rhyme with "Autumn?"
The calendar pages are nearing the bottom.
And whether you've raked them or simply forgot 'em,
The leaves tumble down every Fall.
So, smile at a pumpkin and slide on a sweater.
Step on the dry leaves before they get wetter.
Whether the maples are yellow or redder,
Savor the season of Fall!
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