Soft and well remembered days
The air crisp, cold and clear
Solid blue with tufts of white
The grass has a silver veneer
Of frost from late last night
Golden leaves still on display
The branches in row upon row
While orange pumpkins in array
Soon to be lit with their own glow
Corn stalks there are in abundance
Tied in small bundles looking lost
Down in the dell the horses prance
Nibbling at grass white with frost
In the old orchard the apple trees
Have yet to be harvested fully
The box hives of the honeybees
Drip with sweet and golden honey
What autumnal wonders to behold
In the ebbing suns waning rays
Bundled warmly against the cold
These soft and well remembered days
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