Autumn Is On Its Way


In the perfect conditions, we have mushrooms growing in Texas.


A season of falling leaves
And hibernation trees
Of gathering and hoarding
Of frosty, sparkling, misty morning.

A season for crunching and munching
For chestnut roasting
And crumpet toasting
For bonfire flames dancing
In the midnight air.

A season for listening
To racing winds whistling
Through sleepy undressed branches
And for children chasing the host
Of whistling, twirling fallen leaves.

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