Fall

Crisp air, pumpkin spice, gloomy skys.

Ringing of a bell, and a rush of young kids.

Laughing of old jokes lost in the separtion of summer.

Sharpen pencils, and new books.

Sniffling of colds and curing of hot coco

Eventful football games, covered in popcorn.

New friends to greet.

Then it comes to an end with Trick or Treat

and later a Thankful day.

Soon a white wonderland takes over.

 

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