In Autumn the concrete
sidewalks give way to the trees;
they become cluttered with the
stains of brightly-colored leaves.
In Autumn, the mudrooms,
porches and entryways too
give way to the trees;
cluttered up comfortably
with the fallen leaves.
In Autumn
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In Autumn, my world
that was filled with the promises
of life,
Gives way to a hell
Of unhappiness and strife.
You sound a little like Ogden Nash there.
I love Autumn, but my love for Autumn gives way to an even stronger love of winter full of happiness and harmony.
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