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A nostalgic poem about autumn and October.

Photograph by Alfred Coma on Unsplash

Ever so slowly, the leaves fall

Leaving us all

Alone with trees

Bare as bee's knees.

. . .

Pumpkin patches; apple picking

Treat or tricking,

Candles and bats;

Unlucky cats.

. . .

Empty cemeteries at dusk

Carry a musk,

A certain smell

That matches with hell.



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A Fantastical Thing

A Fantastical Thing

Hello! It’s great to have you here! My name is Aubrey & I love to write short stories & poetry & about plants. Feel free to follow! Instagram:@afantasticalthing