When dawns are long and cool and gray
And birds no longer wake the day
The angle of the sun moves low
And no one dares to mention snow;
I brush the soft dust from my toes
And hide them down inside my shoes.
When noonday sunlight on my skin
Changes from a thick to thin
When youngsters hurry off to school
And cotton gives away to wool;
I have some time for thoughtfulness.
It's autumn that I like the best.
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