The trees here are starting to change,
Which, since it is fall, isn’t strange.
Some are orange, some red
Or bright yellow instead,
A new wardrobe that trees rearrange.
To me, it’s a magical time;
For being outdoors, it is prime.
To take walks, I’m inspired,
Though a jacket’s required,
At least in this northeastern clime.
There is ice cream that’s pumpkin, as well
As the apples and gourds orchards sell.
Oh, I wish it could stay
Just like this every day -
I love autumn! (In case you can’t tell.)
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