The first frost of the season initials autumn’s waking. Crisp leaves of yellow and red now descend as trees do shed. Our eyes behold the beauty as the days grow longer still. The morning light glistens dew; mums and pumpkins grow anew. Such smells of dry, crackling wood while evenings serve lasting scent. Halloween grows very near, bringing everyone good cheer. 12 Lines Rhythm:7 October 2017 |