Gold Season

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The rustle of leaves beneath my feet,
The soft pitter-pat of raindrops on the window.
The post-equinox sun who can barely bother to rise
But dazzles so bright that her light leaves me blind.
The chill of the evening that means I reach for a sweater,
The inclement weather that forces me home
To curl up with you.
This is the glory that comes with the fall
This is the song sung by sweet autumn.
These are the memories I hold in my heart
When winter takes hold and extinguishes the light.
Not of your ending, but how you blazed
With unique beauty and life.
 
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