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I watched as the trees changed from vibrant green To brilliant red and yellow. Every picture of memory looked of autumn. I listened as the birds sung their trilling songs And struck through the sky like lightning. Every note they whistled sounded like autumn. I felt the air change from warm and summery to casual cold That dug deep in my bones and took hold. Every drop of air felt of autumn. Hot coffee battles the air of fall and shows white clouds Billowing and pale from my hot lips. Every breath I took tasted of autumn. Wood fires burn in the coming darkness blazing orange Expelling fears and drawing smiles. The billowing