Fall Harvest Season

Thunk, thunk.
The apples hit the ground.

It is fall,

The harvest time.

End of season

for a reason

winters coming

cold and dark

So get your fill

Of the meadow lark

Songs of all birds soon gone.

berries and pies

Fruits abound

Orange yellow and red trees

Branches dancing around

Crisp mornings

Cold nights

Warm sunny midday’s a delight.

A season of joy

To fill your soul.

Sock up now on

Wood, hay and coal?

diamonds and gold?

Or food for your souls?

Falls harvest time

Decisions abound.

Enjoy to your fill

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