Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered,--"Snow."
Leaves were green and stirring, Berries luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned--"Frost."
All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice, But each wild breast stiffened At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese It was time to fly,-- Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry.
"The smell of burning leaf piles and apples in the air. A crisp, inviting breeze weaving aiding in a wild dance of falling leaves. Children laughing and playing in a distance, their backpacks thrown about the sidewalks and porches in happy afterschool hurries of play. Friends talking late into the evening on their porches, illuminated by a warm orange glow from paper lanterns. Hay rides and corn on the cob and jack o' lanterns and yellowed grass that crunches under your feet. Piles of leaves."
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