Falling For Fall

I could picture her

Bent over

A simmering saucepan,

Stirring cinnamon

Into crisp, October air,

So the winds now

Carry a few

Wicked moments

But the days no longer

Feel like a scam,

More like a batter

For muffins

Without the strawberries

Or a marmalade

That is more of a jam!

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