Dreams of the Pumpkin King

Winds of Autumn softly whisper

Their poetry is ethereal, glistening with frost

I shiver in the grass

 

Solace holds reprieve,

Basking in the crisp stanzas of twilight

Breathing frigid air with a grateful smile

 

October has come to play

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