Old 2016 poem found

Autumn is falling on the ground
Fading into a mushy brown
Covering walk paths and bushes
And just blowing around

Tops of the trees bare
Of the leaves that they shed
Branches reach upward
Without offering shade

The days are quite short
The nights very long
Winter is coming
Time to hibernate

Rek 27 Nov 2016

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