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Originally Posted by newtus
Do itttttttt
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the scent of woodsmoke
on
the breeze,
until a gust blows
dropping vibrant leaves
swirling round until
crunching beneath my feet
on the ground
colors glow forth,
amidst the smell of damp
from a light rain,
just hours ago
pumpkins smiling
at the peak of harvest
the corn comes golden
scarecrows stand watch
as black birds pick the
choicest morsels
from the crops
cider of apples
pressed the old way,
by water wheel
donuts, freshly fried
scent the air
as children play
near the river
snug in sweaters,
soft not scratchy
never wanting to go...