First Day of Fall
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The wind blew a crisp whisper.
A feel of cold climbed up my spine;
Leaves were letting go, and the ground they'd litter.
Clouds were painted darker,
And the sun chose to not shine.
The wind blew a crisp whisper.
I turned on the car and its heater.
I pulled into my driveway, the house with the pine.
Leaves were letting go, and the ground they'd litter.
At home was the aroma of cookies made by a baker,
Except the cookies that were made would be mine.
The wind blew a crisp whisper.
My mom asked if I could get a blanket for her.
When she draped it, an animal snuggled in: a feline.
Leaves were letting go, and the ground they'd litter.
Night arrived, and we ate our dinner,
And relaxed in the living room to the light of moonshine.
The wind blew a crisp whisper.
Leaves were letting go, and the ground they'd litter.