Seasoned
Mornings grow progressively colder
Leaves tinge yellow on the bushes
Trees begin to don brilliant colors
Sun, with shortened time, shines bolder
Kids fling their backpacks over shoulder
Desires pull, while
learning pushes
Earthy smell of fallen
leaves allures
Piles nearby begin to smolder
The winter dread forms
since we’re older
Old folks tend to sit on
tushes
Winter paints things a little
duller
Extra weight acts as a
scolder
Mornings grow progressively colder
Leaves tinge yellow on the bushes
Trees begin to don brilliant colors
Sun, with shortened time, shines bolder
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