Autumn’s beauty is so fleeting,
Yellows, oranges, and red.
Fields are golden with summer’s planting
Harvest days are just ahead.
In the sky geese are calling
Taking leave for just a while.
The final rose petal has fallen.
And still the Jack O’Lantern smiles.
Perhaps he knows what we’ve forgotten,
Though his lamp is burning low.
Tomorrow’s seeds in this way planted
Are held safe beneath the snow.
So instead of mourning summer's end
I'll curl up with quilt and cat,
Watching for the peaceful snow
And listening for geese honking back.
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