This morning I woke up around 5:30. As I was trying to get back to sleep this chilly morning, I started thinking about words associated with autumn.
In no particular order:
apples
pumpkins
crisp
gold, orange, red
hayrides
Halloween
leaves
leaves crunching beneath my feet
soups
early sunsets
shorter days
harvest
flannel sheets
Thanksgiving.
Is there a poem in there?
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