Come, Autumn, on September wings
Come, the quixotic aura this season brings
Welcome, the golden harvest, and its plentiful reap
Welcome, turning of the foliage, falling to paint
golden streets
Transpire, crisp air, with your sway in timber tops
Befall us, pumpkin skies, where the sun drops
Betide to me, the lull and composure from you,
calmest breeze
Make yourself known, won't you please?
Recieve gladly, the crackling of fire beneath a silver
moon
Embrace the little things, for they will go away
soon
Welcome, fall, the enigmatic emotion as the season
starts
Welcome fall, with open hands and blithe hearts
Come, Autumn, with the romantic feelings you stir
Come Autumn, I hope to be lost in the ambience
that is her
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
Come, Autumn, on September wings
Come, the quixotic aura this season brings
Welcome, the golden harvest, and its plentiful reap
Welcome, turning of the foliage, falling to paint
golden streets
Transpire, crisp air, with your sway in timber tops
Befall us, pumpkin skies, where the sun drops
Betide to me, the lull and composure from you,
calmest breeze
Make yourself known, won't you please?
Recieve gladly, the crackling of fire beneath a silver
moon
Embrace the little things, for they will go away
soon
Welcome, fall, the enigmatic emotion as the season
starts
Welcome fall, with open hands and blithe hearts
Come, Autumn, with the romantic feelings you stir
Come Autumn, I hope to be lost in the ambience
that is her
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