Calendars point

And almanacs predict

But you already knew

Autumn is coming

You caught her mood in the breeze

Felt her cocky glance in afternoon light

And as leaves gather at your feet

You hear her crackling voice

Calling you inside

Calling you back to your hearth

Your home and your family

And back to yourself

To what Summer’s frivolity

Holds out of reach

At the end of a very long day

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