IN THE AMBER MEADOWS

Walking in through the woods
On soft beds off leaves
Rustling under foot.

A rainbow of color
From
Red, orange, gold and green.

The wind is light
Crisp
But not cold.

Wood is gathered
For
A campfire to build.

Twigs are found
For
Marshmallow and s’more toasting.

The chilli and apple cider
Are
On the simmer.

Sing alongs
Are
Sung on hay bales.

Ghost stories
Are
Told on the midnight hayride.

Fall
Harvest
Memories.
Written 9.23.05
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