To me you are autumn.
You are pumpkin spice in a coffee cup
And a plaid scarf around my shoulders.
You are a warm, flannel shirt
And an even warmer hug.
You are a woodland fern
That has curled up in the frost,
And you are that cold, fall morning
That melts into sunshine and steam.
But most of all, you are the spirit of the season,
The colors of the air and the fields and the woods.
You are orange, yellow, and red,
With a hint of romance and mystery.
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