Summer is over,

Autumn is here;

Gone are the warm days;

Winter’s chill is near.

Dig out the woolen mittens,

Fire up the cast iron stoves-

Spending time with the loving family,

In your sweet, little alcove.

Go for a walk in the crisp, evening air,

Gaze upon the full moon, so far, yet so near;

Bask in its beauty,

Stand in its light,

For not very often comes such a night.

The smell of pumpkin pie lingers,

As all ready for bed;

It has been a long day,

All has been said.

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