The calm repose of sun kissed days awesome
Stealing gently into the harvest of the year
I can still hear autumn dancing in the sphere
Crisp sunburn leaves soothe the troubled heart
Stave off the weary cares before they even start
The sweet chill of pumpkin spices linger long
The world is full of chirping happy bird song
With childlike wonder autumn's magic hour
Brought cartoon floats above the city bougher
The season ignites hospitality in the heart
And the congenial flame of charity to start
With great cheer assembled for the merry feast
Gathered folks with gratitude to say the least
I heard a thousand blended roaring notes
A frigid blast bore down with chilling strokes
Then, here's to the steadfast, brave oak tree
It stands with its pride, hale green for thee
Tuck November's story inside a keepsake box
And save autumn's treasures to later unlock
Remember the sweet chill of autumn so dear
Return to its pleasures, again, but next year!
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