Autumn Passing

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The orange season
With its carpet of leaves
The arrangement of sights
My eyes blissfully green.

Fresh whisky cider
Inside a barn opening
The brownness reaches
The scarlet woody scene.

The low light flickers
The autumnal wisp of sun
Fleeting fast through the clouds
In the newly crisped air.

The feel to bake
Yellow pumpkin pie
With pops from roasting chestnuts
The thought of winter flakes.