The shift of Autumn


Rustling winds yearning
Guiding lost spirits roaming
To and fro they go

The leaves scattered down
Red, yellow, brown on the ground
Hard wind blowing cold

Bare bark on the trees
Absent their leaves flown away
bleak staggered and old

Many seasons see
Colors blowing away free
Orange shining bold

Gathering they meet
For sharing All Hallow treat
Spooky stories told

A fire burns high
For all to gather here nigh
Hard wind blowing cold

It is All Hallows
On New Year’s Day that follows
To and fro they go

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