Step out of the door,
The cold chill sends ice through my spine.
The warm colours tells me autumn has arrived.
A season of paradoxes.
Glowing hints of reds and yellows delight my eyes,
Clear blue skies remind me of the winter to come.
The smell of the leaves and conkers,
Escaping their prisons,
To find life for themselves.
A delight to the senses,
A feast for the eyes,
Autumn has arrived.
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