Autumn Poem
As I pace outside, I spot the fiery red and amber leaves.
I feel the wind gently pass my ear.
There is an aroma of a cinnamon and pumpkin pie.
I pay attention to the crows calling in the distance.
As I walk the leaves crunch below me.
I look up and see a tree with no leaves
in a background of a gray cloudy sky.
As all these signs of autumn surround me
I am wishing that it will never end!
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