Autumn Has Come

The dark comes quickly on.

Leaves fall in the park.

And I remember that early September

Has come, bringing Autumn.

And summer has gone.

But I can not repent

Of autumn’s sweet scent

Or grieve over fallen leaves

For she is beauty.

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