Delicious red hues and
Leaves of golden bliss
Drape rustling trees.
The wind crinkles all in
Sight. Leaves are swirling,
Dancing around my feet.
75 degrees today,
45 tonight.
Indecisive and fickle.
Stubbornly clinging to the
Last vestiges of summer.
That's my Texas fall.
Acoustic guitar players
Serenade passersby
From benches coated
In sunshine.
Squirrels scamper across the
Bridge, greedily gathering food
Before succumbing to rest.
Sugary redemption fills my
Kitchen with the smells
of pumpkin cupcakes.
Nutmeg and cinnamon
Are my autumn anthem.
Sweet and sultry fall -
Filled with the promise
Of cold winter nights
And the memories of
Summer sweat.
Beauty in all its simplicity.
Texas fall beckons me to join
In its love song to the senses.
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