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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