Autumn leaves descending
Like fairies dancing merrily
Frosty winds begin to blow
Driving us within to hearth’s blazing fire
Allowing us to think on years past
To welcome and honor our ancestors return
So enchanting the gloom and the gray
Sweet smells of spices, pumpkin, and earth
Perfume the air with such delight
Scarlet and gold, a symphony of color!
Autumn is a mystical experience!
Full of promise and hope for Spring’s new seeds
First the earth must sleep awhile
To be able to awaken fresh and new
So rejoice my sisters and brothers!
For even our ancestors cannot resist
The magical pull of Autumn’s turning tide!
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