Autumn

The smell and taste of it.
The deer leggy; with horns.
Sights of flowers withered.
Leaves like crumpled receipts;
Strewn over moss filled lawns.
Crunch and crackle under lace up boots.
Crisp days on the Isle of mist
As Autumn pressed in.
Children bathed and kissed,
Teddies clutched in good night grips.

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