Seasons change often
but each one is my favorite
a new way to see
Red, white; mostly green
octopus branches with thorns
a late berry crop
Walking through the grass
crickets spring up like popcorn
leaves crunch under foot.
Pumpkin spice is nice
Caramel apples are better
and hot cider mugs...
Rain feels cold, quiet
washing dead leaves down
turning them to stamps.
Sneaky space-stealers
stink bugs try to hibernate
in a clean garage
A clean, earthy smell
hay strewn in a wagon bed
night-time bumpy ride
Pumpkin painting night
music filters through the air
a strange encounter
Big beautiful moon
polyester, velcro mess
children in disguise
A foggy morning
An aging earth with grey hair
first frost quiets life
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