Instead of my own words, here's a selection of prose by more eloquent writers:
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
~Albert Camus
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot
October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter. ~Nova Bair
falling leaves
hide the path
so quietly
~John Bailey
Enjoy the crispy leaves and cool days.
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