Hush, beware she is almost here. I can smell her coming, she is damp and sweet and musty too full of the promise of all she will do.
Hush can you hear her on the breeze,can you glimpse her promise she races through the trees. It isn’t anger that makes her shake the trees it is her pleasure to divest them of their leaves.
Her perfume is of damp leaves and freshly harvested soil. The earth has given up the fruits of man’s honest toil. Also as she passes you can smell the smoke of bonfires summer has gone and winter nears and to fill the middle is to what she aspires.
Her morning habits are tardy she is not like summers early rise and she is quick to bring on night but she will amaze you with her beautiful windswept skies.
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Her skies at night are clear and starry swept clean by her fast hands her sunsets often fiery answering to her demands. Her eyes are full of promise and secrets too for the next few months she will be busy, she has so much to do!
So welcome sister Autumn, welcome and hello to you we are always pleased to see you and enjoy the things you do.

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