Autumn nights are crisp and clear
They hum of winter drawing near.
A certain stillness hangs about
Enabling the tiniest sound to shout.
Trees with barren branches sing
Of coming winter's covering
Few the birds that stay the night
Many have taken the southern flight.
Taste the coolness in the air
And savor the beauty everywhere
Times are changing, yes indeed
Waiting to rise is nature's seed.
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